Jingru's complexion turned pale instantly.
The panicked woman immediately avoided his gaze, burying half of her face into her pillow. Her heart was pounding, was he asking because he knew something? Or was he asking because he knew nothing? Did he really have Jiajia under his control?
She had never experienced such agony before.
Her Jiajia, the child she had secretly treasured for eight years, was he really now within this man's reach? Would he hand Jiajia over to Gu Shaocheng? No......
The mere thought of this made her despise him!
This was her child, no mother could stand seeing her own flesh and blood being given away to bear others' suffering. Jingru's heart was a mess.
A smirk appeared on the corner of Bai Wuqing's mouth, "Jingru, if we were to have a son, would he resemble you more, or me?"
Wen Jingru held her breath, her heart constricting over and over again.
She abruptly looked up and met his gaze.
