Han Yao's mind went blank. He stood there, stunned, and couldn't help but blurt out, "Y-You're saying she... and the child... are still alive?!"
His tone was urgent and astonished, with not a trace of joy—only shock.
Ye Chutang raised an eyebrow. "Yes. What's wrong, Mr. Han? Are you not pleased?"
Han Yao retorted without thinking, "This has nothing to do with me! What reason do I have to be pleased or not?"
As soon as the words left his mouth, he realized his reaction had been a bit too intense. He adjusted his expression. "Miss Ye, please don't misunderstand. I truly have no idea who the father of her child is!"
The curtain was suddenly drawn aside. Su Pei'er, pale and with red-rimmed eyes, stared at Han Yao. "Mr. Han, how could you say such a thing? It's one thing for you to despise me, but this child—how can you refuse to acknowledge it?"
