"Whose child is that?"
Wen Wanyu asked. It seemed like she was asking herself, but it also seemed like she was asking Lu Mohai. She really wanted to know the answer.
If it wasn't a case of parthenogenesis, then whose child was it?
Ruan Qingyang would have only had the child willingly; no one would have been able to force her to do something she didn't want to do.
"When did she have a child?"
Lu Mohai's voice started to tremble. He looked at Wen Wanyu, seeming somewhat disoriented.
Maybe his heart was starting to tremble, starting to feel afraid.
"Her daughter is about to turn twenty."
The image of Lu Qingyi turned up in Wen Wanyu's mind. She slightly raised the corners of her mouth, and her eyes brimmed with comfort.
Ruan Qingyang's daughter was superb, and Ruan Qingyang was indeed deserving.
Lu Mohai's fingers began to shake slightly. The look in his eyes when he gazed at Wen Wanyu was full of guilt.
