The smile on the woman's face stiffened. The hands, which had been pried off him, slipped onto the couch as she felt weak all over.
Ignoring her crestfallen face, Mu Yancheng questioned heartlessly, "Meng Qingxue, what kind of joke are you pulling?!"
"…"
"It's impossible. It's impossible! How can you be pregnant?"
"How can this child be mine?!" He was still in disbelief.
His cold and cruel interrogation was like thunder amid a clear sky. The woman felt as if her heart had been stabbed and was now bleeding profusely.
"How can it be… If this child isn't yours, then whose is it?!"
She was close to wailing as she questioned him back, her eyes filled with tears.
The man was moved by her tears as he was not devoid of feelings for her. Feeling dejected, his heart still softened when he saw her crying. Therefore, he asked slightly more warmly compared to earlier, "Haven't you been taking pills regularly?"
