"Mm."
The man's expression was indifferent, clearly having no desire to know more, yet he responded offhandedly since Sang Qian indeed needed his help. After much thought, she finally decided to tell him.
"Su Miaotong said Ji Yuanhang might be infertile."
"Impossible."
"How can you be so sure?"
Ji Chengzhou's eyebrows slightly raised, "Aren't you and Su Yang on good terms?"
"Yes."
"Then you didn't know she was once pregnant with Ji Yuanhang's child?"
"The child wasn't Ji Yuanhang's." She had once thought she was carrying Ji Yuanhang's child, until Su Miaotong pushed her down the stairs and told her that the man she had slept with on her birthday was not Ji Yuanhang, but a stranger. That was when she learned the truth.
Ji Chengzhou's brow furrowed slightly, puzzled, "Then whose was it?"
Sang Qian shook her head, "I don't know, she didn't tell me; maybe she doesn't know either."
She herself didn't know?