The Displaced Crimson Palace

Jiang Yu stood on the edge of the twenty-eighth-floor rooftop, drenched by the rain. In his hand, he clutched a pregnancy test report that had been torn up and pasted back together.

"Jiang Yu! Get down here!" Shen Yan rushed onto the rooftop, his suit clinging to him in the rain. For the first time, he looked panicked.

Jiang Yu turned and smiled, his eyes holding the stillness of death. "Mr. Shen, you once said you hated liars more than anything. But I'm not a liar... I'm the person you destroyed with your own hands."

Did he jump? What was the misunderstanding?