"If you don't speak, people may think you're mute." Si Mo leaned back in the car, eyes closed, showing no interest in conversation.
Feng Lang lit up a cigarette, took a puff, curved his lips in a smirk: "You, you're just too stubborn."
Si Mo kept his eyes shut and ignored him.
"Given her current situation, the choice she made is completely understandable. I don't understand why you are so upset." Feng Lang spoke at a relaxed pace.
"She is in the climax of her career, you never promised her anything, how could she dare to have your child?"
Si Mo was taken aback.
Feng Lang stole a glance at him: "If you really love her, you need to hurry up and marry her, then spoil her like no one before her and no one after her. Spoil her until other men can't bear it, spoil her until her life seems miserable without you."
"If you do this, even if it's not one, she'd be willing to have ten or eight of yours."
