The woman's pretty face seemed rather ghastly white as she stared at the good-looking man sitting across from him. "I don't want to explain myself. I don't have any ulterior motives for giving the child to your family."
She hung her head low as she squeezed the cup with her hand. She began to lightly stir the coffee.
"Why?"
The man asked had asked her. She then raised her head to glance at him.
The man's malicious-looking eyes made her shudder a little, and she slightly shifted her eyes.
She was nervous.
Ming Ansheng narrowed his eyes to carefully scrutinize her. "Why didn't you tell me after all these years."
"Ansheng, I thought I could bring him up by myself," answered Meiduo in a soft tone of voice.
She placed the cup down before placing her hands on the table. Then she looked at Ming Ansheng.
Her eyes didn't shift guiltily this time round.
Ming Ansheng frowned. "What do you mean?"
