"Speak, is this child mine?"
At that moment, Zhang Huasheng had pinned Liang Yu against the wall.
His movements were so fierce that it caused Liang Yu pain all over her body.
At the same time, Zhang Huasheng's words left Liang Yu utterly silent.
The child was his, but how had Zhang Huasheng come to know about it?
Facing his questioning, Liang Yu instinctively swallowed, then struggled to get away.
But every attempt to struggle only brought her more aches and pains.
"Let go of me first, I'm feeling uncomfortable."
Zhang Huasheng's rage surged to his head, having lost all clarity of mind.
In the face of Liang Yu's plea, Zhang Huasheng simply pretended not to hear.
The more she struggled, the harder his grip became on his wrist.
"Speak, answer my question!"
Liang Yu shook her head, even scratching him with her fingernails.
Though blood was drawn from his arm, Zhang Huasheng had no intention of backing off.
