"Is it really my child?"
Chu Nantian kept his hands in the pockets of his suit trousers.
He was distracted as he looked at a painfully distraught Yuan Yifan. His usually calm eyes now held a trace of boredom.
What flashed before his mind was the unsightly video that had gone viral on the internet days ago. The female lead in the video was none other than his wife, Yuan Yifan.
The erotic posture in which the couple were filmed, the barely audible moans echoing in the background.
The woman appearing so licentious in that video compared to the pitiful figure now kneeling before a swing seat, her face streaming with tears, so delicate, just like Lin Daiyu, was like night and day.
His gaze withdrew impassively from Yuan Yifan.
Gradually, it moved to the maple trees outside the courtyard, which were shedding their leaves.
It was winter. The leaves of the maple trees were quickly falling, creating a desolate scenery, each tree seemed so empty and desolate.
