Lu Xining's gaze was indifferent, her voice gentle as she revealed a secret that left everyone in shock.
"Ji Muye could never have gotten Shen Moli pregnant. We divorced two years ago, and he already had a vasectomy."
The man paused for a moment upon hearing this, visibly losing his composure.
But he quickly regained his senses.
Everyone: "!!!"
Shen Moli panicked: How could that be!
Apart from the gasps of astonishment that filled the air, there was nothing but an endless silence.
Everyone's eyes were fixed on Ji Muye's face: Could such a perfect man really be incapable of continuing his lineage?
Yet, the man himself showed no reaction to these words.
He was busy pushing Little Dumpling, who had sneakily peeked her head out, back into his arms, gently patting her back and whispering softly, "Be good."
Lu Nuonuo rubbed her forehead against his chest to silently convey her mood, eliciting a soft chuckle from the man, his patting becoming even gentler.