Pei Chenyang's room.
Lin Miaoyu sat across from him, feeling somewhat uneasy.
The atmosphere was eerie and silent; Lin Miaoyu's good mood rose and fell, slowly dissipating under Pei Chenyang's piercing gaze.
"Chenyang..."
"About Zhao Mengmeng..."
Pei Chenyang responded emotionlessly, "I was just about to talk to you about that."
Lin Miaoyu felt a sudden pang of distress in her heart and managed a weak smile, "You say it."
Her hands nervously fiddled with the hem of her clothes, filled with a primal terror about what Pei Chenyang was about to say.
How exactly was he planning to deal with it? And that child, she just couldn't accept it.
Even if Zhao Mengmeng gave birth and never returned to the Pei Family from start to finish, it still felt like a thorn to Lin Miaoyu, sharply poking her throat.
The only scenario she could accept, as if nothing ever happened, was if Zhao Mengmeng terminated the pregnancy.
