"Was it Fu Jingyi who called Wen Ran?"
As soon as Mo Xiuchen hung up the phone, Luo Haofeng asked skeptically. Qin Mu's brow nearby was furrowed, his gaze cold and indifferent.
Fu Jingyi, it was him again!
Last time, on the day of the press conference, he called Gu Yan, even warning Gu Yan to keep his children under close watch. Now, as soon as Xiuchen and Wen Ran were back, he showed up.
Mo Xiuchen's face looked very bad, his handsome features, every inch of them, frosty.
His thin lips drew a firm straight line, his voice grave: "I don't know what Fu Jingyi has told Ranran."
"What could he have said? Isn't it just that Wen Ran can't have children? Could there be anything else?" Luo Haofeng looked doubtfully at Mo Xiuchen. Qin Mu narrowed his eyes, staring intently at Mo Xiuchen, a questing look in his gaze.
"No."
Mo Xiuchen glanced at Luo Haofeng and Qin Mu, his icy features showing a hint of pallor.