Yan Chu sneered coldly, "Then you can choose to have a child with my dad or with Mu Yunshen—but with me, it's impossible, so get that idea out of your head."
"..."
Mo Lier, who had always been held in high esteem and had been pampered since childhood, couldn't bear to hear such words from a man. Biting her lip firmly, it took her a long time to finally tremble out, "My grandmother is sick, you need to go to the hospital with me now."
"Have the driver take you."
Yan Chu left those words behind, brushing past her shoulder as he went downstairs.
He drove to the apartment where he used to live with Luo Qiangwei, where he still stayed every night these days.
Yan Chu took the elevator upstairs, ready to input the passcode to unlock the door when a tall, cold figure suddenly descended the stairs beside him.
The man had a cigarette perched on his lips, as if he had been waiting there specifically for him, "Mr. Yan."
Yan Chu was unflustered,"Who are you."
