"Hah, Lu Fengxuan, do you dare resist?"
Jiang Che let out a cold laugh, and then, his sinister gaze swept toward Lu Fengxuan's belly.
"I noticed earlier that you've been protecting your stomach, and you vomited. How many months pregnant are you? Your second pregnancy, I'm sure your little uncle is ecstatic."
Seeing that he had figured out her pregnancy, Lu Fengxuan didn't speak for a moment, clenching the handbag so tightly her knuckles turned white.
All the way here, though she had been taken hostage by Jiang Che with a knife, her heart wasn't very afraid.
Because she was confident in her ability to protect herself, ready to take him down whenever he was off guard.
However, at this moment, as Jiang Che's gaze, cold as a viper's, fixed on her belly, a tremor of fear rose within her, and her eyes grew more wary.
"What nonsense are you talking about!" she retorted sharply, denying Jiang Che's speculation.
