"What if I'm not pregnant?"
After uttering these words, Meng Fan had to admit that for a few seconds, she had inadvertently fallen for what Rong Huaishen said, but she quickly came to her senses.
In reality, she was very clear that she wasn't pregnant at all, but she just wanted to know how Rong Huaishen would respond.
"Ha, not talking again, Rong Huaishen? Aren't you good at playing the emotional card?" Meng Fan said with a smile, looking across at him.
Rong Huaishen's gaze deepened, "What I want to say, you may not be willing to hear."
"Fine, then let's not talk about it." The last traces of a smile vanished from Meng Fan's face, she picked up the spoon and started toying with the fried rice, but couldn't swallow a single bite.
Seeing this, Rong Huaishen got up and poured a cup of warm water for her, placing it beside her hand.
Meng Fan glanced at the cup of water next to her hand, and for some reason, she suddenly lost her temper and swept the cup off the table.
