"Pregnant?" Lu Nanze was sitting on his sofa at home when he received the news.
He had not fully recovered from the allergic reaction, hence his lips were still purple and slightly swollen.
He raised an eyebrow when he heard the news from Zhao Yang and said with a mocking tone, "Congratulations, you're going to be a father."
Not daring to even breathe, Zhao Yang lowered his head in silence.
Lu Nanze stood on his feet and rubbed his chin. He paced back and forth a few times and eventually looked at Zhao Yang, asking, "Zhao Yang, do you want the child?"
Zhao Yang was stunned by the question. "Sir, you mean—"
"If you want the child, then keep it. If not, then ask the doctor to abort it."
The emotionless words were as cold as ice.
Zhao Yand shuddered and looked at Lu Nanze. He saw the disdain in the man's eyes.
It had always been like this.
Mr. Lu had never liked Qiao Yiyi.
