"We don't have direct evidence yet, but based on my judgment, it's highly likely," Lu Jihan said in a deep voice.
Song Yinyin listened, and her heart sank even further.
"Yan Zhengxiong is cunning, could he use Dabai to threaten you, what if..." Before she could finish her sentence, she was already sobbing uncontrollably.
Lu Jihan couldn't bear to see her cry, so he pulled her into his arms and comforted her, "Don't worry, our son will be okay!"
These words were meant to comfort both her and himself.
In fact, even Lu Jihan himself felt unsure and couldn't help but secretly blame his own negligence.
"Then quickly ask Song Anqi, maybe she can get something out of Yan Zhengxiong," Song Yinyin said urgently, her voice hoarse.
