Zhao Huai almost choked to death on his coffee, and when he heard those words, he thought he was hallucinating, his mind echoing just two words: "Fuck!"
"What did you say?"
Wang Mingyu only saw Wang Huanyu's lips move, and his ears buzzed continuously.
"The woman you slept with is currently lying in the hospital, and she's pregnant!"
Wang Huanyu put down his fist and, leaning over to the other side, said in a low voice, his eyes looking up at the sky in despair.
Wang Mingyu just lay there dumbly, not caring about the bruise on the corner of his mouth, just thinking about Wang Huanyu's words over and over again in his head.
"What exactly happened that night?"
Wang Mingyu asked weakly.
"It was a mistake, Yang Qianxi went into the wrong room."
"So, it was me who had relations with Yang Qianxi—"
Wang Mingyu thought about what Yang Qianxi had said to him that morning, he had believed everything, how could he know that a girl, if she put her mind to it, could be so shameless.
