Sweet and affectionate.
Breakfast time.
Nan Jiaojiao suddenly felt that the soy milk and fried dough she was holding were no longer appetizing.
On the other side, Gao Zhe came out of the hospital, got into the car, and placed a few thin papers on Lu Zhenzhen's lap.
He only said one sentence, "Pregnancy test result, DNA identification."
His eyebrows and eyes showed some irritation as he lit a cigarette and lowered the car window to the minimum.
Lu Zhenzhen didn't even glance at the papers, simply burned them with a lighter, threw them into the ashtray, splashed in half a cup of coffee, extinguishing the last flicker of flame, then forcibly took the cigarette from Gao Zhe's mouth and snuffed it out as well.
"Even without these things, I would still trust that you haven't touched Mo Di, and also, I don't like you smoking, did you forget?"
