Jian Yu hung up the phone, his face iron-blue.
Just now, a subordinate he had sent out called to report that Lian Xinying had aborted the child.
This news would surely upset Yan Ye if he were told.
Jian Yu irritably ran his fingers through his hair, pacing back and forth outside the hospital room.
He didn't know how to relay this news to him.
"Has Yingying been found?" He Wenze, sensing his distress, felt that things didn't bode well.
"It's probably over." Jian Yu's voice was cool and hoarse, "Yingying has aborted the child."
He Wenze pursed his lips, his face somewhat bleak.
Just like the joy they had shown when they first learned that Yan Ye was going to be a father, now that Yan Ye's child was gone, the sorrow was directly proportional to that joy.
It was while He Wenze was changing Yan Ye's medicine that Jian Yu took the opportunity to report the situation.
