"Silly child, don't say such foolish things." Butler Ling's heart ached as she grabbed Xu Chaomu's hand.
The girl's hand was ice cold, and so was she, with a pale complexion.
Xu Chaomu loved her child so much; if she could say such a thing, Shen Chi must have deeply hurt her.
That proud fellow, why doesn't he know how to cherish a woman after all this time?
"At least this way..." Xu Chaomu said faintly, "the only connection between Shen Chi and me would be severed."
This child belonged to her and Shen Chi; she had already been thinking about how to talk to him about it, but he couldn't keep his composure.
He had always told her that he would regard this child as his own.
But his behavior showed that he cared very much about who the child's father was.
She even thought that if she didn't tell him, when the child was born and grew up slowly, would he feel even more uncomfortable in his heart.
Ha, at that time, he would grow tired of her.
