"Chu Ci, a reporter just said they saw you coming out of the obstetrics and gynecology department. Are you pregnant?"
"Who's the father of the child?"
"When do you and the child's father plan to get married? Will it be a shotgun wedding?"
The reporters asked incessantly, with one sharp question following another.
Han Xi frowned and stood in front of Chu Ci: "There's no need for her private issues to be reported to you. It's best everyone leaves quickly, or I'll call security."
"You're Chu Ci's good friend, right? Is she really pregnant?"
"Why don't we see the child's father accompanying her for the checkup?"
Han Xi was genuinely a bit annoyed and shouted loudly at the persistent reporters: "Are you deaf? I said leave quickly, or I'm calling security."
Chu Ci didn't even think about hiding. Even if the reporters didn't capture her now, they'd find out sooner or later.
She simply took off her mask and said bluntly, "Actually, this child doesn't have..."
