Ji Wenshan greatly admired Ji Chengzhou's manly vigor, his sense of responsibility, and his assertiveness. His stern voice unconsciously softened a bit, "What is it?"
"For dishonoring the family, bearing another's child, and confusing the Ji family's lineage, according to the clan rules, how should she be dealt with?"
Upon hearing this, Sang Qian tightly gripped Ji Chengzhou's hand, her eyes filled with surprised inquiry as she looked at him.
He slightly turned his head, meeting her gaze, and nodded slightly towards her.
Instantly understanding, Sang Qian looked up with a cold and sharp gaze directed at Su Miaotong.
Su Miaotong had already panicked at the sound of Ji Chengzhou's words. Now, meeting Sang Qian's gaze, her face turned pale in an instant.
Did they know that the child in her stomach wasn't Ji Yuanhang's?
No, that couldn't be possible. Only she and her mother knew about it, and her mother, still in jail, would not betray her. She must be overthinking it.
