Jiayi had not expected Huo Zhenyang to be considering this.
Four months...
So, was she supposed to wait for four months?
If, after four months, the data proved that the child in Mu Qingran's womb was indeed Huo Zhenyang's biological flesh and blood, she would feel like a fool.
Why should she make herself so humble?
At that moment, Yao Zhenru frowned and spoke up, "Are you trying to shirk responsibility now? Fine, if the test proves it's your child, what do you plan to do!"
"Even if it is mine, so what? The woman who has my child isn't limited to her alone." Huo Zhenyang's grip tightened, and he pulled the girl in his arms a few inches closer, a hint of devilish charm flashing in his eyes, "You can too, right, baby?"
At this time, Jiayi was not in the mood for his jokes and gave him a subtle push, to no avail.
