Qiao Dalang's face changed with a "huh," "What do you mean I forced you? As if you were so noble. You were so happy calling out when we slept together day after day, and now you have the nerve to say I forced you!"
Xia Bing looked at him coldly, "What now? You want to disassociate yourself? Well, let me tell you, Xia Bing is no pushover. If you dare abandon me, I dare drag you down with me!"
When Qiao Dalang heard Xia Bing's harsh words, his heart skipped a beat, and he replied awkwardly, "I'm just anxious, you know? Why don't you just marry over as planned? I heard Tofu Zhang is a simpleton; he might not even notice. Later, you can just say it's his child!"
Xia Bing slapped him, "No matter how foolish he may be, he can still count months! I'm only getting married next month, and by then the child will be born at least two months early. How do you explain that?"
