"You've got quite the sources. Even staying here with me, you still know what's happening outside." Diwu Zexuan's eerie eyes flickered, showing no intention of hiding anything.
He walked up, pulled out a chair, and sat down next to Ye Zhanxing.
"Since you know Yu Xiuzhun is dead, you should also know that Ye Mingmei is pregnant, carrying Yu Xiuzhun's child. Su Yiru is making quite a commotion over this."
"..."
Ye Zhanxing's firm face darkened slightly, his expression turning a bit unpleasant.
"Actually, these issues all center around you. Su Yiru is convinced Yu Xiuzhun caused your death. Now that Ye Mingmei carries Yu Xiuzhun's child, it's understandable that she can't accept it."
Diwu Zexuan glanced at Ye Zhanxing nonchalantly and sneered, "What's sad is that you're alive, yet powerless to even leave here. As for whether the child in Ye Mingmei's belly should be kept, you don't have the chance to voice an opinion anymore."
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