Ruan Tianling scornfully coldly sneered, "Are you sure the child in her belly is mine?"
Yan Yue's face changed abruptly, "Tianling, you've gone too far! How can you doubt me like this? The child is yours. If it's not yours, I won't die a good death!"
Ruan Tianling was just making a casual remark. After all, he and her had only been intimate once. And at that time, Yan Yue was in her safe period, so he doubted whether the child was his.
But seeing her swearing to prove her claim, he felt a little bewildered.
Could it be that the child is really his?
Whether it's his or not, he doesn't care. He won't marry Yan Yue for this child, who is completely dispensable to him.
If the child is not born of a woman he loves, he won't care.
