Mo Shiche's handsome face turned cold. "Luo Qiangwei," his voice low and hoarse, "is my child as well as yours, our child. Since you're pregnant, we should have the baby. It's okay to be angry, but don't mess around with this kind of thing, understand?"
Since you're pregnant, we should have the baby.
So it was the same with Sheng Miao, wasn't it? When she got pregnant, he let her have the baby, oh no, maybe it's not quite the same, how could she, an enemy, compare to Sheng Miao, who had saved his life?
"President Muo is really carefree. How can you be so sure it's yours?"
Mo Shiche stood by the bed, stating calmly, "And if the child isn't mine, you wouldn't be reacting like this. You say you won't have it, which means this child is mine."
Luo Qiangwei felt a few seconds of anger and astonishment but still managed a soft laugh. "What makes you so certain? Didn't Sheng Miao say that I'm the kind of woman who's frivolous and unclean? If you trust her so much, why bother..."
