"…You! Very well."
Seeing his challenging look, Ji Ziming enunciated chillingly.
Although he was without emotions when he spoke, the others could not help but shudder as they detected murderous intent from him.
"Hey, man. Are you alright—"
Before Mu Heng could finish asking, the man spoke again.
"Tell me clearly how Pei Ge miscarried."
At this moment, he could only register Fu Mingxuan in his eyes.
The rest in the ward were ignored by him.
"Are you asking me how she miscarried? Fine. I will tell you!" With hands balling up into tight fists, the other spoke. "The child in her stomach was killed by you!"
Fu Mingxuan looked at him with wet eyes, which seemed to express his despair and hatred.
"Is it? That's really…" Although he did not explain it fully, the man understood it still. He then smirked and let out an odd smile. "Wonderful."
"Ji Ziming!"
