"What on earth have you done?! Why is my and Ge Ge's child gone?!"
In an exquisite, snowy-white ward filled with floral fragrance, a man and woman were staring at each other, though their gazes could not be said to be one of mutual love.
"I didn't do anything."
Qiao Jingyun lightly shifted her gaze away from the man as she sat on the couch and arranged some flowers in the sun.
It was as though she did not see the anger on Fu Mingxuan's face as she continued arranging the flowers leisurely.
Seeing her acting nonchalant, the fire in his heart grew stronger.
"You said before that you won't touch her!"
"That's right; I didn't touch her, indeed!"
Smilingly, the woman removed a stalk from the flower basket and threw it casually on the floor.
"You!" Unable to stand her holier-than-thou attitude anymore, the man walked over, snatched the flower basket in her hands, and threw it on the floor.
