Lord Demigod trembled as he picked up the teacup, trying to drink some water, only to find that the tea inside had already been spilled by his own hand. The woman sitting beside him started to tremble too, as if desperately trying to suppress the urge to cry out.
Lord Demigod wanted to ease the tension...but didn't know where to start.
He could only say, "Well, is she really pregnant?"
Carmille remained silent, and Lord Demigod continued speaking gently.
"If she's pregnant, she needs to nourish the fetus. I'll have the doctor and nutritionist come by later..."
"Is it true?"
Carmille abruptly interrupted Lord Demigod's conversation, while he feigned ignorance.
"What's true?"
"What Tang Haofei said...is it true?"
The topic was laid bare, and under Lord Demigod's facade, his brow furrowed slightly, as if blaming Carmille for her "lack of wisdom."
