When Xia Yanran heard Xiao Yi's thunderous roar, her mind was dazed and she only reacted a few seconds later. "What son? Where's the son from?"
Thinking of his abnormal behavior during the banquet and the hotel room last night, Xia Yanran's eyes widened. Did Xiao Beast think that she was pregnant?
Oh my god, what made him think she was pregnant?
Looking at the handsome and stern man, whose lips were tightly pursed and anger shooting out from his eyes, Xia Yanran opened her mouth to say, "I'm not pregnant with your son."
Unexpectedly, Xiao Yi's expression became even more dark when he heard those words. The vein on his forehead started to jump and his hands clenched into fists, knuckles cracking in threat.
"You're f*cking not pregnant with my child, then whose is it? Yi Fan's?" Xiao Yi's eyes were red and cold, like a blood-sucking devil who wanted to tear Xia Yanran apart.
