Lu Xingxing stared blankly at the man in front of her for a long time.
"Did you sleep with Qiao Ruoxin?"
The man looked at her with the kind of gaze one reserves for an idiot, sneered, and said, "Why shouldn't I sleep with her? Do I seek out women just to have them as ornaments?"
Lu Xingxing could hardly believe her ears.
She always thought Mo Chen wouldn't be such a beast.
"But Qiao Ruoxin is still so young, how could you let her get pregnant???"
Mo Chen's handsome face was cold and indifferent, "What's it to you!"
With those words, he strode past her with his long legs and left the living room.
Lu Xingxing stood still for a few seconds, then quickly followed him out.
Mrs. Mo remained seated on the sofa, taking a long time to recover her senses, murmuring lowly, "Pregnant? Pregnant..."
Qiao Ruoxin is pregnant?
If she is pregnant, then the child should be born, after all, it is the Mo Family's progeny.
