"You!"
Yan Zhengxiong's face changed instantly when he heard Yan Kejun's words.
His originally kindly and amiable expression turned fierce in a moment.
But soon, he calmed his demeanor, took a deep breath, and with patience said, "Yes, I've already heard from my people about Song Yinyin's near miscarriage."
So, uncle already knew.
Yan Kejun closed his eyes briefly, looked up at the increasingly dark and overcast sky outside, faintly noticing the wind.
The wind seemed not to be blowing on the earth, but on him, leaving him hopeless as if even a child with a small bamboo stick could pierce him.
"I feel like I'm ridiculous, I've done so many things and ended up hurting the woman I love most. Not only did she not leave Lu Jihan, but she's even more inseparable from him!"
Yan Kejun hung his head, full of regret.
Yan Zhengxiong narrowed his eyes, seeing his wavering again, and suddenly felt a kind of anger at his inability to live up to expectations.
But he didn't show it.
