Lin Xinlan gave a slight smile, "So what if I have a child? Do you have a problem with that?"
Qiao Yiyang suddenly stiffened, a flash of surprise in his eyes, followed by embarrassment, "No, it's not that I mind, I just..."
He paused, looking at Lin Xinlan, trying to discern something from her expression.
However, he couldn't make anything out.
Suddenly, he felt like he couldn't see through her. This woman's thoughts were too enigmatic.
She seemed heartless, yet she gave the illusion that she cared deeply, leaving one unable to let go and completely mystified.
After calming his emotions, he asked again, "Who is his father?"
That was indeed the crux of the matter!
Lin Xinlan, holding the child, replied softly, "You should have guessed by now."
Qiao Yiyang's eyes sharpened, his grip tightened, and the cup shattered with a bang!
The abrupt sound of breaking, filled with a violent panic.
