"I want to hear the truth." Jiang Jing wasn't stupid—if he couldn't figure something out from all this, then he really was hopelessly dumb.
Feng Qing went silent instantly.
Outside the car, the crowds bustled noisily, but inside, it was unusually quiet.
"Brother Jiang, congratulations, you're about to be a father." Feng Qing tried to change the subject, but when he looked up, he saw Jiang Jing's serious face.
Jiang Jing said, "Yes, I am about to be a dad. But I want to know clearly—who exactly is my life-saving benefactor."
Feng Qing hesitated, torn inside. He'd promised Gu Mingzhu back then that he'd never say a word, not even under threat of death. But now Jiang Jing was asking, and he really couldn't keep it from him anymore.
In the end, Feng Qing told him what he'd seen. He said, "Brother Jiang, although the guy in the green shirt was the one who carried you up the hillside, Gu Mingzhu really saved you too."
