"Could she have left me because she's pregnant with someone else's child?"
Qin Yi: "…"
Young Master, oh Young Master… What should I say about you?
Even an outsider like me can sense a clue, yet only you, Young Master, continue to stubbornly struggle in place.
"Young Master, Madam is not that kind of person… Perhaps the child… perhaps that child might be yours?" Qin Yi said cautiously.
After all, he hadn't seen the child yet, and without evidence, he wouldn't dare to make a conclusion.
Nangong Yaoling suddenly widened his eyes, staring at Qin Yi.
He looked dumbfounded, and after a few seconds, he shook his head.
He collapsed into the chair.
"No way… it can't be mine."
"Young Master…" Qin Yi felt heartache seeing him so lost and forlorn.
"If you suspect this matter, why not let me investigate what Madam has been doing in America these three years, and the child's nationality… Or, we could bring Tang Yan here; maybe we could find out something."
