"I understand."
Huo Jinnan hung up the phone and turned to look at Che Huan.
Che Huan was sitting on the couch, fidgeting with the hem of her clothes, seemingly lost in thought. Beside her sat Wen Nuan, her eyes bright with curiosity. Jinnan had mentioned something that made her eyes sparkle.
He thought back to that video of Che Huan drunkenly staggering in the bar.
If it was Qin Xiaosan, then—
Huo Jinnan raised his hand, loosening his tie. Wen Ru's mother had said Che Huan was Qin Moting's biological daughter, which he believed to be true.
But Qin Moting was a man worth pondering over.
Back then, it must have been his capabilities that persuaded Grandpa to arrange a marriage for Huo Jinyun with him.
If that was the case, more than twenty years ago, Qin Moting would have had the ability to keep Wen Ru and her daughter safe. How could he just watch as the woman he loved, carrying his child, married another man?
