Mo Qi and Gu Tingjue practically grew up in the same pair of trousers, so naturally, he knew about his affairs.
So he couldn't help but boldly speculate if that night's woman could've been Jian Ran?
It wasn't an impossibility; after all, Gu Tingjue had been drugged at the time, his consciousness blurred, and Jian Ran and Jian Rou's figures weren't vastly different—it was entirely normal to mistake one for the other, wasn't it?
Gu Tingjue sat there, his gaze deep, now harboring doubts in his own heart.
But what prevailed was excitement—could it be that the child was really his?
The corners of his mouth lifted ever so slightly, his heart filled with pleasure. Actually, at this moment, he wished to burst into loud laughter.
At last, there was someone in this world who shared his blood.
"Brother Tingjue, there's one more thing—are you ready? I'm going to announce it now!" Mo Qi said with a face full of mystery, still playing coy.
