When Zhuo Fan mentioned the child, Ning Shiyu's face turned ashen. He could not bear to look at him. He was so scared that his legs went limp. He thought, "Dear God, please protect me."
I have nothing to do with that child. Please don't vent your anger on me.
Bam, Ning Shiyu grabbed the jade pencil holder on the table and shattered it on the ground.
Damn it, this cuckold made him feel so aggrieved that he didn't even have a place to vent his anger. That woman, Lin Nuan, sure, he'll play with her to her heart's content.
Seeing this, Zhuo Fan hurriedly said, "Boss, I'll go get some tools to clean up." Then, he fled.
In the office opposite, Lin Nuan looked at the fleeing Zhuo Fan and heaved a sigh of relief.
When she brought Lin Shenshen back, Ning Shiyu would definitely investigate her. It seemed like Zhuo Fan had found out the stories she had made up.
