"What are you doing? Why did you drag me here?" Qianning shook off his hand.
"Then what are you doing?" Beigong Cang shouted in a low voice, "Can't you think about your child for once? It's so late, and you're still in a place this noisy, is that what a mother should be doing?"
Child? He mentioned a child? Qianning was at a loss for words. It took her a long time to utter, "This is none of your business!"
"None of my business?! Hmph!" Beigong Cang scoffed coldly, "Right, I'm not the father of the child, so what does it have to do with me?"
Anger, a peculiar rage simmered within him, as if a stone was pressing against his chest, making it impossible for him to breathe.
Suddenly, Beigong Cang embraced Qianning tightly and swiftly kissed her lips in the dark. Because only this way could he relieve the anger in his chest.
"You..." Qianning struggled, the words she wanted to say were completely enveloped in his mouth.
