Just now, it was only to scare Xu Ai.
This woman is too hateful.
Xu Ai went home with mixed feelings.
Xu Xiaoshu sat cross-legged on the sofa, his eyes smiling as he chatted with friends in a tribal game. His childlike, tender face under the light bore a vague resemblance to Liu Zheng, and in her heart, Xu Ai was already 70 to 80 percent certain. Without a paternity test, she had come to believe that Xiaoshu was indeed Liu Zheng's child.
When Liu Zheng looked at her, his eyes were filled with disgust and hatred, which wasn't feigned.
Could it be that she had really done something terrible back then?
If Liu Zheng was the one who initiated the breakup, why did he harbor such hatred when they met years later?
Xu Ai couldn't figure it out, she felt uneasily confused in her heart. She needed to talk to her son, otherwise, how would she explain taking him for a paternity test tomorrow?
"Hey, Mummy, you're back. Why such a constipated expression?"
