"I know." Jian Ran nodded, and subconsciously clenched her two hands hanging by her side, revealing her nervousness.

Although she was nervous, she wasn't that fragile. One truth could make her unable to keep her child.

Seeing that Jian Ran's expression was still calm, Qin Yue supported her shoulder instead: "Yes, Mr. Xiao didn't die 20 years ago, he saved his life by life, but the night before yesterday he was taken from Xiao Qinghe's house The family was kidnapped and killed."