Frowning at Huo Qingyuan's lack of response, Yan Jinyi chided, "Huo Qingyuan, I'm asking you a question."
Huo Qingyuan shuddered and quickly logged onto the Internet on the television to search for the latest news.
It was a video of an interview in Yan Xin's ward at the hospital.
In the video, Yan Xin was leaning against the railing of the bed in the patient gown, all pale and feeble. Her large belly bump could be seen under the blanket that she was covered with.
There was a female reporter, who was in her thirties, seated next to Yan Xin.
"Miss Yan, thank you for your willingness to give us an interview."
Yan Xin smiled feebly and said, "It doesn't matter, in fact, I have hesitated for a long time."
"Miss Yan, is the father of the baby really Huo Zihang?"
Yan Xin stroked her belly with a benevolent gaze. "I believe the child will look very much like his father.
