'Leave?'
'Him?'
Chu Ningyi stared at Shui Anluo coldly as she stared back at him fearlessly.
"Your house doesn't even have powdered baby formula. Do you want my son to starve to death in the middle of the night? Get out and go buy milk," ordered Shui Anluo.
"Shui Anluo..." Chu Ningyi replied with a warning in his tone.
"What, haven't you confirmed that this is your son? You would still take offense because I asked you to buy powdered milk?" Shui Anluo continued to provoke him with his own words. She had powdered baby formula. Her mother had packed it in her luggage but she had not taken it out yet.
Chu Ningyi frowned and took a deep breath before he whipped out his phone. "Hello..."
"I knew it would turn out this way. Son, in the future, anyone who buys milk for you is your father, understand?" Before Chu Ningyi could say anything, Shui Anluo lowered her head and spoke to her son in her arms who blinked his large eyes.
