Hearing that Nangong Xuan was pregnant, Ming Yao's heart suddenly spread with a fine, dense pain, as if a sharp needle had viciously stabbed into it.
It had been over a month since she last received a call from Nangong Xuan in the middle of the night.
If she was pregnant, it would be normal.
But this news was undoubtedly a bolt from the blue for Ming Yao.
Although she knew he had started a new life, she hadn't expected that he would have a child with Nangong Xuan so soon!
His feelings for her were indeed cheap!
Ming Yao didn't know how she managed to climb the stairs, her legs felt as if they were filled with lead, each step was heavy.
Nangong Xuan looked at Ming Yao's desolate appearance, her lips curling up with the smile of a victor.
Because she finally saw a crack in Ming Yao's beautiful and cold face.
Ming Yao lay on the bed, hugging the pillow with both hands.
Her mind was empty, and her chest felt as if it was stuffed with cotton, making her unable to breathe.
