In fact, Ling Sheng still wanted to ask him what transpired here. However, seeing that he was rather weak, she did not ask in the end. Instead, she pulled Si Chengluo away, who was angry and had a murderous gaze.
As Jun Shiyan watched the little woman's back disappear before his eyes, his heart began to ache. His gaze was as deep as a cold lake, and no emotions could be seen.
When Ling Sheng walked to the door, she still felt very strange. She had a nagging feeling that something had happened last night, but she could not recall what had happened. Her brain was muddled from all the thinking.
"Sister." Si Chengluo's face was cold, and his voice was tense and chilling. "You're pregnant with his child?"
Ling Sheng sneered and touched her stomach. "It's not his. It's mine."
