"Amou, don't panic just yet. I need to talk to Fu Yan first; after all, he's the father of the child. Keep a close eye on Qingyin and make sure she doesn't do anything rash." After saying this, Ye Qilan hung up the phone.
After pondering for a moment, he called Fu Yan into his office.
Over the past half a month, Ye Qilan always wore an unpleasant face every time he saw Fu Yan.
Upon seeing Ye Qilan's stern expression at this moment, Fu Yan was slightly panicked: "Brother Ye, did, did something happen?"
"Qingyin is pregnant. You are the child's father. What's your take on this?" Ye Qilan asked in a deep voice.
Fu Yan felt as if he had been struck by lightning, and it took him a long time to recover. He questioned Ye Qilan, wondering if there had been a mistake; the child couldn't possibly be his.
In the past, he was always cautious in these matters and wouldn't let things get out of hand, but that night, he lost control and didn't take any precautions.
