Mu Yazhe raised his eyes abruptly. His gaze was solemn.
"Conception?"
"Yes."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, I'm sure."
Min Yu avoided his gaze. Without warning, he walked over and bent down to whisper something to his ear.
The man's expression turned icier as a spine-chilling look surfaced in his eyes.
His assistant straightened up at once and, observing the man's complexion, trembled in fear.
However, he merely let out a sneer.
"She's gone insane."
What she planned to do had undoubtedly touched his reverse scale.
Such naivety!
She thought that things would be a surefire if this plan were executed meticulously.
Did she think that he was just a decoration?
How dared she even think of achieving her aim through such underhanded means and by pulling such a trick behind his back?
What of her succeeding?
Did she hope that he would not find out about it?
What a joke.
