Hearing Han Siyu say this, Han Yaxin suddenly remembered that she was pregnant, and her heart immediately panicked.
Zhang Min’s hair was still being tightly clutched by Han Siyu, forcing her to lean backward: "I am your father’s wife, your elder, and you dare to speak to me disrespectfully? Didn’t your dead mother teach you to respect your elders?"
The thing Han Xi and Han Siyu hated most in their lives was hearing their mother spoken about by this woman.
Han Xi walked over and slapped Zhang Min across the face: "Just try saying one more word about my mother."
Zhang Min’s face burned with pain; she wanted to hit back, but her hair was still being pulled by Han Siyu, making it impossible for her to move. Any slight motion caused her scalp to sting with pain.
Han Yaxin, who had been standing by in a daze, suddenly came back to her senses and started crying loudly: "Let go of my mom, or I’ll call the police."
Han Xi looked at the tear-streaked face of Han Yaxin with cold eyes, while images of Wen Lan lying bloodied on the grass flashed through her mind like movie slides.
It was a sorrow as deep as the abyss for Han Xi; if not for this mother and daughter, her mother would not have died.
Han Xi shifted her feet, leaned down to Zhang Min’s ear, and spoke with a cold voice: "You killed my mother. If you have any conscience left, you should behave yourselves. If I hear you criticize my mother again, I promise that life will be worse than death for you both."
Although Zhang Min was currently at a disadvantage, she couldn’t lose in terms of momentum. She shouted viciously: "Make life worse than death for us? You really dare to say that, thinking you can call the shots?"
"I may not be able to, but I believe my husband certainly can."
After hearing what Han Xi said, Zhang Min was all shaken up, her already swollen face cracking inch by inch.
She knew who Lu Jinghan was; young as he was, he was already a business tycoon, ruthless in his methods, and definitely a formidable figure in An City.
Just as the room returned to silence, Han Yaxi’s phone rang. Crying, she took out her phone and, seeing the name on the screen, her hand holding the phone trembled uncontrollably.
Han Siyu smirked with glee and finally released Zhang Min’s hair: "It’s your dad calling, isn’t it? Hurry and answer."
Han Siyu had already taken a photo of the test report and sent it to Han Guanghong. He was in a meeting room when he saw the picture, and it nearly made him explode with anger.
Zhang Min sensed something was wrong, clutching her nearly yanked-out hair, asking: "Is it your dad calling? What happened?"
"Dad must have found out... what should I do..." Right now, Han Yaxin was crying like an idiot, her teary eyes full of panic and helplessness.
"What on earth happened?" Zhang Min shouted fiercely in frustration.
Han Siyu, arms crossed and half-leaning against the wall, spoke in a lazy but mocking tone: "Your precious daughter is about to become a mom, already two months along. Congratulations."
Zhang Min shot a piercing glare at Han Siyu as if poisoned, then immediately dragged Han Yaxin out of the office without saying another word.
After leaving the hospital and getting in the car, Zhang Min did her best to quell the anger inside her. After a long silence, she finally asked, "Whose child is it?"