Zhan Nanjue widened his eyes in shock.
On the bed, Gong Shirao was equally stunned, as if she couldn't digest those simple words for a long time.
The whole world seemed to turn eerily silent.
Ou Yimo's voice rang out again, saying, "I'm pregnant, Azhan! It's your child!"
"That's impossible!" Zhan Nanjue's pupils narrowed.
"It was just a routine blood test today, but they found a large amount of HCG in my blood." Ou Yimo continued, "Azhan, I've only been with you, if I'm pregnant and the child isn't yours, then whose is it?"
Gong Shirao's hands trembled as she held the cup that Zhan Nanjue had handed her before. The plain boiled water in the cup had already cooled.
Yet she still held it, held it.
Silently gazing at her own reflection in the cool water.
Calm as if it wasn't her.
Zhan Nanjue looked at Gong Shirao, suddenly extended his left hand, and dragged Ou Yimo out of the ward.
