As a mother, An Lan only felt heartache for the already formed child in Chang Jiao's belly. This child was a sacrifice for the two of them. She silently lamented in her heart for this sin.
"Happy? Of course, Xiao Yihe is happy inside, but he can't show it. Don't forget, there's someone watching Xiao Yihe. If anyone doesn't want this matter to leak out right now, it must be Xiao Yihe," Huo Zhanting said at ease.
An Lan thought of that journalist with a strong sense of justice, raised an eyebrow, "Should we leak the news ahead of time?"
"No need. Just wait. He'll get into trouble sooner or later. Chang Jiao has managed to slip away from his surveillance time and again. He can't seriously think Chang Jiao is just a harmless rabbit's hair flower, can he? Sooner or later, they'll be at each other's throats, and Xiao Yihe will pay for his own actions."
Huo Zhanting's expression was full of certainty.
