Sheng Miao asked her question and then feared the answer. She thought he would lie to her or explain a few words, but neither happened. The only thing that came back to her was the man's indifferent word, "Yes."
Clean and decisive, without any attempt to cover it up.
Sheng Miao was shocked, her complexion pale, "Why... why is she pregnant?"
Mo Shiche responded indifferently, "She married me, she's my wife, of course she would get pregnant."
"But... but I'm pregnant too..." Sheng Miao's voice choked with sobs, "Why are you only with her... It's been a long time since you last visited me..."
"Bu Wei will take care of you,"
Mo Shiche had just finished those six words when suddenly a thud sounded in the room. His pupils contracted, he lowered his voice, and spoke very quickly, "It's late, Miaomiao. You should rest early. We'll talk about the rest another day."
