"If you don't have that ability..."
Gu Yanting looked at Zhuo Ya with a mocking expression, his hand gripping the woman's wrist fiercely.
"Zhuo Ya, if you don't have that ability, then... give up, do you understand?"
"My child, I won't allow any complications, got it?"
Gu Yanting was warning Zhuo Ya.
If Zhuo Ya wanted to harm the child in her belly, Gu Yanting would never let her off.
Clutching her thigh tightly, Zhuo Ya looked at Gu Yanting and forced a smile, "Fine."
"Young Master, the chicken soup is ready."
The butler's voice sounded from the doorway.
Gu Yanting looked at Zhuo Ya.
"Drink all the chicken soup later."
"Ah Ya, be obedient, alright?"
Gu Yanting's fingers danced across Zhuo Ya's face, his eyes carrying a piercing cold light.
Zhuo Ya clutched her thigh fiercely, took a deep breath, "Don't hurt Song Zhe and Xiao Wan."
The mention of Song Zhe made Gu Yanting's eyes grow colder by several degrees.
"Do you like him that much, Ah Ya?"
