Teng Yu was rather curious as to how this cold and heartless man would deal with him. Ling Chuxi also felt that this was her own flesh and blood. As a father, how could he accept this woman and look forward to the birth of his child?
However ...
"Is that so?" The man looked at her and suddenly struck out a palm in the air.
No one had expected him to suddenly attack, and the purple-clothed woman had clearly not expected this either.
In the blink of an eye, Xu Qiao's palm print had struck her lower abdomen. The purple-clothed woman let out a muffled sound and heavily hit the wall. A trace of blood flowed down the corner of her mouth.
"If that's the case, you and I will truly have nothing to do with each other." The man said expressionlessly. His tone was so cold that it made one's hair stand on end.
"How can you be so heartless!" Ling Chuxi could not bear it any longer. She shouted angrily and quickly walked to the side of the purple-robed woman.
