La Jiao raised her head slightly, looking at them with a hint of panic.
But as her gaze swept over He Jingyao, it seemed to take on a different kind of meaning.
"Miss La," Liu Minjun's voice was devoid of warmth, "come and sit."
La Jiao timidly lowered her head, not daring to sit near anyone, instead she sat down on an empty sofa.
"I had a doctor examine her," Liu Minjun said, addressing He Jingyao and Zhixi, "she is indeed pregnant, but the doctor said she is still a virgin."
Upon hearing this, La Jiao's face turned red with embarrassment.
Zhixi couldn't help but think of the Virgin Mary who got pregnant with the Holy Mother, and her expression immediately became somewhat strange.
"Who told you that this child is mine?" He Jingyao spoke indifferently, his gaze sharp and cold.
