Lan Xiyu felt something strange. "Why are you so afraid of me? Worried I would take away the child in your belly? If I wanted this child dead, he would have been long gone."
He sneered sarcastically, his eyes brimming with unspeakable desolation and pain.
Hearing this, Rong Shengsheng hurriedly covered her abdomen and nervously swallowed, "You... you're saying the child is still there?"
After being kicked, she didn't miscarry...
It had to be said, that child's life was truly too resilient.
Lan Xiyu nodded, "Otherwise?"
"You..." Learning that the child was still there, Rong Shengsheng didn't have time to be happy, her delicate little hands clutching the bedcover, her eyes shifting guiltily towards Lan Xiyu, "Then you..."
"Do you think I would raise this child?"
"No."
"Since you already know, what do you plan to do?"
"I..."
