Zhao Hong didn't rush to defend herself to Jie Anlin. Trying to argue right now would only backfire.
Jie Anlin took a deep breath and looked at the gloating Qin Mei. "I won't be fooled by you."
Qin Mei shrugged. "Believe it or not. I don't care either way."
"Stop." Seeing Qin Mei turn to leave, Jie Anlin started to rush after her but was pulled back by Zhao Hong. He gritted his teeth and growled at Qin Mei's retreating back, "You said you didn't cure my private ailment. So how do you explain my wife's pregnancy?"
"That's right. I didn't cure your private ailment, yet your wife is pregnant. Think about it. Just think about it." Qin Mei kept her back to them and didn't slow her pace, repeating the words "Think about it."
After Qin Mei left, Jie Anlin dragged Zhao Hong into the hospital room. His sharp gaze was fixed on her swollen stomach.
