The conversation in Yue Niang's private room continued.
One of the men said urgently, "Yue Niang, it was Mr. Zhao who arranged this. We were just following orders. You can't just leave us high and dry."
Another man chimed in, "Exactly! When it comes down to it, we weren't the ones calling the shots. Now that you're pregnant, you have to give us some kind of solution."
Yue Niang snorted coldly. "Hmph. Mr. Zhao sent you here, but now that there's trouble, he's nowhere to be found. Why should I be the one to take the fall?"
Another man spoke up. "Yue Niang, you can't look at it that way. Mr. Zhao has us in his grip, too. Our hands are tied. Besides, if word of this gets out, it won't do you any good, either."
Yue Niang's brows furrowed in anger as she snapped, "I never should have listened to Mr. Zhao in the first place! Now look at this mess. And every single one of you comes to pressure me? What am I supposed to do?"
