Seeing Mu Yunlie's expression suddenly become serious, Yan Qianyi felt an ominous premonition and stiffly tugged at her pale lips, "Talk... talk about what?"
She hadn't done anything wrong, had she?
Was he going to blame her for not protecting the baby in her womb?
"Let's talk in bed."
Mu Yunlie lifted Yan Qianyi from the wheelchair and headed upstairs.
Yan Qianyi let him carry her, her face blank.
Talk in bed?
She couldn't help but think wrongly...
But now Mu Yunlie's expression looked very serious; it probably wasn't what she was thinking, right?
Besides, her body couldn't take much right now.
While Yan Qianyi's thoughts were in disarray, Mu Yunlie had already placed her on the bed.
He asked, "I heard from Grandpa about Xu Zhiqiang. Your mother was murdered. Why didn't you tell me about this before?"
"Is the issue with Xu Zhiqiang what you wanted to talk about?"
"Yes," Mu Yunlie frowned slightly, "Didn't we agree to share everything with each other?"
