Yue Jiaojiao sat on the chair, feeling conflicted. She quietly got up and quickly left with Zhao Nian in her arms.
Li Xiangjun was exhausted and her heart was in pain.
"You…"
All the sharp blades and armor on her body had been pulled out when she was in Jiangnan.
She no longer had the power and courage to speak without restraint.
Fang Tianliu's footsteps moved slightly, and the fingers hanging by his side clenched and loosened, and his eyes moved some distance away. "You're here because of the child in your stomach, right? You can leave after you give birth to the child. I, Fang Tianliu, am not a person without responsibility. I will raise that child if it is mine."
Li Xiangjun's eyes widened and she looked at him in disbelief.
The child in her stomach kicked her hard at the right time.
