Su Nian allowed Haoyu to hold her waist until he let go. She gave Haoyu a smile before heading towards the restroom.
As soon as she left, the calm atmosphere that revolved around the table seemed to freeze suddenly. The two men exchanged a glance. Zheng Haoyu put his chopsticks down on his plate, leaned back in his chair, hands crossed over his chest, looking confident, "Is the child in Xiaofei's belly really yours?"
Cheng Yun also leaned back in his chair, his arms crossed, meeting Haoyu's probing gaze, his face calm, almost devoid of emotional changes, "Of course, why would I marry her if the child wasn't mine?"
Zheng Haoyu frowned. It seemed to him that Cheng Yun's words were always pregnant with some form of sarcasm. "Then take good care of her. Xiaofei is a good girl."
"Of course, Haoyu, you should keep an eye on Su Nian. If you turn away for a moment, someone might snatch her," Cheng Yun replied lightly. His former obsession with Su Nian was nowhere to be seen.
