No one knew what was wrong with Rong Shaoze, but they could tell that he looked terrifying at the moment.
With trepidation, they followed him to the backyard, arriving at the poolside. Rong Shaoze released her hand, suddenly grasped her neck, lifted her up, and held her over the pool.
The servants let out panicked screams; Lin Xinlan herself was terrified.
Clinging to his hand, she looked at his chilling expression and asked with difficulty, "Rong Shaoze, what is wrong with you?"
The man suddenly curled his lips into a smile, a smile that was somewhat ferocious and chilling, but his gaze remained like a thousand years of frozen ice, cold enough to scare someone to death.
He spoke eerily, very softly, "Lin Xinlan, tell me the truth, whose child is in your belly?"
Lin Xinlan's eyes widened in shock. Why was he asking her this?
Now wasn't the time to think too much. She kicked her legs and squeezed out a few angry words, "Of course, it's yours!"
