Jiang Haijing didn't take Qin Long seriously in the slightest, though she certainly wouldn't voice that thought aloud.
"Madame Jiang, you have to tell him this time!" Zhao Ruoying urged with the utmost seriousness. "Otherwise, you'll regret it for the rest of your life!"
"It's just... really not convenient to talk about my condition." Jiang Haijing's expression soured as she waved her hand in refusal.
"It's just an old chest wound that caused an imbalance in your qi and blood, preventing you from getting pregnant," Qin Long suddenly interjected from the side, his tone cold. "What's so difficult to talk about?"
BOOM!
Jiang Haijing's eyes flew wide open. The other wealthy women in the room immediately whipped their heads around to look at him. All they saw was Qin Long, casually browsing the menu on a tablet.
This young man is unbelievably audacious!
"Young man, could you please repeat that?" Jiang Haijing asked slowly, her voice laced with disbelief.
