Nian lie strode back to her side.
A large, cold palm touched her cheek.
Ning Qing's back stiffened, and she wanted to hide in disgust.
"They wanted to kill my child."
"He's not your child!" Ning Qing immediately retorted.
The light in Nian Xi's eyes dimmed.
"It's the truth. Whether you admit it or not, he is."
Ning Qing gritted her teeth, not wanting to argue with him about the child.
Without her parents, she would be alone and helpless, and no one would help her.
However, Yingluo's parents were insistent on aborting the child in her stomach. They didn't even care about her wishes and didn't even tell her.
Ning Qing didn't know how to understand their behavior, and she didn't want to think about it anymore.
He took a shallow breath to calm his fluctuating emotions.
She changed the way she spoke, and it sounded much gentler.
