Qin Haiming turned to look at her, his eyes cold.
"What have you been doing with her lately?"
Qin Haiming asked her in a cold tone.
"What? What do you mean? What do you mean by 'what have I been doing with her'? What's wrong with our daughter? I called home and was told by the nanny that she fell down the stairs. How could she fall down the stairs in her own house?"
Zhang Rujia asked him with a nervous look in her eyes.
"Your precious daughter, she's pregnant!"
Qin Haiming ignored her subsequent words, just responding to the initial ones, his face turning green with anger.
"What?"
Zhang Rujia's hand, which had been grabbing his clothes, suddenly let go, looking at him in disbelief, her eyes gradually becoming empty.
"Didn't I tell you to keep a close eye on her? Can you even understand what I'm saying?"
Qin Haiming angrily looked at her and questioned again.
"How could that be? She's with me every day..."
