Huo Yirong's slender, fair fingers tap on the tablet.
On the left wall, a large screen lights up.
It reveals a private medical monitoring room, filled with various high-level monitoring equipment.
All of these devices are connected to a central incubator.
Inside the incubator lay a chubby, white child.
Through these monitoring devices, the child's bodily data is laid out clearly on the screens of the equipment in the room.
Huo Yirong narrows his eyes, coldly glaring at the terrified, horrified-looking Su Jingshu.
"Everyone who knew you were pregnant for over three months thought the baby was your bodyguard's. Who would have thought it was Nangong Chang's child."
"You took the child out of your womb without causing any stir, letting everyone think you had an abortion. Nevertheless, at this gestational age, the chances of the baby surviving are comparatively high."
