"So, you can't bear to part with Gu Mingyu." Xie An spoke offhandedly, a hint of mocking smile playing on his face, as he noticed the rage in An Ling's eyes. An Ling instinctively wanted to refute, but the man on the sofa stood up abruptly, gripping her hand tightly.
"An Ling, don't forget, I still have your photos. I don't care about how you truly feel, but my patience is wearing thin. If you don't act to secure the project bid soon, don't blame me for showing no mercy towards you."
Seeing the undisguised threat in Xie An's eyes, An Ling was seething, but she didn't dare say anything more. She merely leveled a cold stare at the man before her and said, "Don't forget, I am carrying your child."
When Xie An heard about the child, his expression softened slightly. However, as he let go of her hand, he retorted disdainfully, "Don't forget, Gu Mingyu already has a son of his own. I doubt he has much care for the child in your belly."
