Lu Jincheng was taken aback, his brows furrowing even more deeply.
"What child?"
"Your child. I'm at the coffee shop downstairs of your company right now. Come quickly."
Ji Zimo seemed to have some difficulty in speaking, rushed through her words, and then hung up the phone.
Lu Jincheng's first reaction was one of disbelief.
Where did he get a child from?
But the next second, he suddenly remembered the ridiculous night from before and what Ji Yao had said to him, his heart skipping a beat.
Ten minutes later, at the coffee shop.
Lu Jincheng stared at the somewhat wrinkled baby in Ji Zimo's arms, his expression stunned, and he was silent for a long time.
Seeing him like this, Ji Zimo felt triumphant, knowing that men indeed could not resist the topic of children.
Apart from her triumph, a hint of jealousy crept up from the bottom of her heart, jealousy towards Ji Yao, but her face showed love and sympathy for the child.
