Luo Qiangwei, with an emotionless face, curled her lips in cold mockery, "The child I'm carrying is my child; it has nothing to do with Muo Huangnian. I'll give birth to my child; do I need you to come barking like a dog without cause?"
Sheng Miao, upon hearing this, was taken aback. No relation… Could it be that the child in her womb wasn't Huangnian's?
Under the vine tree in the garden outside the mansion.
Two equally tall men stood facing each other.
Mo Shiche lit a cigarette, and the thick white smoke curled in front of his handsome face, carrying a swirling masculine pheromone.
Sheng Feng looked at the capable young man before him, his eyes inscrutable, "Huangnian, you've been increasingly disobedient to me lately."
"Humans are not animals that will obey forever, especially in the face of great temptation," Mo Shiche replied with a faint smile. "Simply put, I've been tempted."
"By Sheng Tang?"
