As soon as this was said, the whole room was quiet.

Ho Su Ning was preparing to slap his hand in the air on Su Man's face again.

Su Man was not a little relaxed, but trembled, with a more unpleasant feeling.

The old man looked at Huo Beicheng in amazement. "Lao San, what do you mean by that?"

"To be precise, before Su Man rolled downstairs, the child in his stomach was dead, and Su Man had known it for a long time." Huo Bei-cheng exchanged his long legs and changed his posture. His actions were elegant and dignified, but his tone was cold and meticulous.

The words were...