Qin Ruohan's voice was cold without a trace of human warmth.
"Grandpa, I know very well. Thank you for your concern."
He thought that on the night he met the lass, his father was eager to have a son and drugged him.
Unexpectedly, the person who drugged him was his grandfather, who doted on him the most when he was young.
After knowing this, he was a little disappointed.
"Remember, if that woman is pregnant, you must cast away the mother and keep the son."
Old Mr. Qin commanded sternly and coldly.
"The daughter of a second-rate wealthy family who is a nobody doesn't deserve to be Mrs. Qin."
Qin Ruohan's eyes darkened when he heard this. It was as if there were knives and blood shadows in them.
"Why?"
Wasn't his grandfather the one who announced to the world that whoever could give birth to his child could marry him and be Mrs. Qin?