Xian Guiying didn't look at him and knew that the answer to the question he was asking was obvious. Other than Wei Zhengsheng and Qin Wenqian, who else knew that she wasn't home late tonight?
She put down the towel, picked up the coat on the bed, and was about to put it on, but when she saw the grape stain on the coat, she frowned a little. Even though it was dirty, she still needed to wear it. After all, Wuyuan at night was quite cold.
Qin Gengxin quietly looked at her back and said at a moderate pace, "Guiying, no matter how much you hate me or how much you want me to disappear, I am still Qianqian's father. I don't think it's right for Wei Zhengsheng to be a father to the child."
