Beigong Cang was not moved by Qianning's tears. He said coldly, "I'm just a businessman, not a philanthropist. Now please dry your tears and leave."
He was still so ruthless! It seemed pointless to continue the conversation. Qianning sniffled, lifted her hands to vigorously wipe her face clean of tears, and took several deep breaths to hide any signs that she had been crying.
She said, "I'm not going to abort this child, he's mine, and I'll use him to prove my innocence. As for the two hundred thousand, I'll find a way on my own." With that, she strode out.
Beigong Cang watched Qianning's retreating figure, a ripple of emotion stirring within him. This feeling was so familiar, eerily familiar.
