Zhao Mengmeng looked towards Pei Chenyang with a profound gaze.
Her words were like a sharp weapon, directly stabbing into Pei Yibai's sore spot.
Pei Chenyang, who had been facing off with her, fell silent.
Fortunately, Zhao Mengmeng hadn't harbored any expectations, so his reaction didn't lead to any disappointment or anger on her part.
"I hit the nail on the head, didn't I? If you don't have that intention, then stop emphasizing the child is yours," Zhao Mengmeng said coldly, then simply closed her eyes.
Out of sight, out of mind.
The Zhao Family was neither unfamiliar nor close to him; since his last visit, he had had a private phone call with Father Zhao.
The fact that Pei Chenyang and Zhao Mengmeng came back together today was completely beyond Father Zhao and Mother Zhao's expectations.
"Chenyang, you're here?" Mother Zhao's eyes lit up, almost completely ignoring her own daughter.
