He said, then held her in his arms.
Bai Qingzhu glanced at Xiao Lijin, whose face bore a smile. Suddenly, she understood—he had come over, had heard everything, and had gone to find the person.
Could this be fate?
Dongfang Ling stood there for a long time without moving. Perhaps Leng Shaoze sensed something. He looked at her and asked, "What's wrong?"
She looked at him, uncertain of her feelings, but slowly said, "Leng Shaoze, this child is none of your concern; it's not yours. It happened when I went out a while ago and accidentally slept with another man for one night. Therefore, I didn't plan on keeping the child."
Leng Shaoze let go of her, his disbelief tainted with a terrifying hurt. Even Bai Qingzhu, watching from the side, felt uneasy at this point.
But then, the tables turned.
"Do you really think I would believe your words, that this child is with another man? I forced you so much, and you were unwilling. Would you actually sleep with another man?"
