Although Nan Mingzhu seemed indifferent to Zhuo Ya, Gu Yanting still had to be cautious.
Downstairs.
Ever since Nan Mingzhu came down from upstairs, her complexion had been unappealing.
Seeing how pallid Nan Mingzhu looked, Madam Gu immediately approached and seized Nan Mingzhu's arm, asking, "Mingzhu, what's wrong? You look terrible."
Nan Mingzhu glanced at Madam Gu, her eyes tinged with a faint red, "Zhuo Ya is pregnant."
Madam Gu gasped and turned ashen, asking, "Zhuo Ya is pregnant?"
"How could that wretched woman be pregnant?"
Gu Xiaoxiao couldn't contain her fury and began cursing Zhuo Ya.
Looking at Gu Xiaoxiao's demeanor, Madam Gu's dark pupils flashed with ferocity.
"I will not let Zhuo Ya give birth to Yanting's child."
"Calm down."
Compared to the rage of Madam Gu and Gu Xiaoxiao, Nan Mingzhu remained exceptionally composed.
"Sister Mingzhu, you're just going to let Zhuo Ya off like that?"
"I will marry Gu Yanting."
