Xinxin pried Jian Xi's hand away.
She had been subjected to rigorous training since childhood, and her grip was far stronger than Jian Xi's.
With a slight exertion of force, she made Jian Xi let go.
"Miss Jian, stay calm. I've brought the child for you, but Dr. Jian will have to... stay as a hostage."
She cast a flirtatious glance at Si Yuhuan as he approached.
"After all, I'm working for Director Si. I have to keep a card up my sleeve."
There was a rift between them, and they had had a conflict—she had heard about it.
The well-timed flattery spared her from deeper scrutiny by Si Yuhuan.
"Take her to see the child," he ordered indifferently.
Xinxin gave his elbow a light squeeze. "Hmph, have dinner with me tonight."
Si Yuhuan ignored her. She judiciously led Jian Xi inside.
"There, isn't that your child?"
In a glass partition lay a tiny child, constantly on oxygen.
Jian Xi's heart clenched. "What's wrong with him?"
"The child was premature and weak. Have you forgotten?"
