Zhou Lin brought up the hotel affair, and He Lanzhi's gaze involuntarily fell on Zhou Ruoki, whom Zhou Lin was holding in his arms.
As if he were his own son.
Yet he asked about the hotel affair again.
"The hotel affair was indeed my fault. At that time, Seo Zhenzhen begged me—she had been infatuated with you for many years and couldn't bear to let it end like that, so she pleaded with me."
He Lanzhi felt guilty toward Zhou Lin, but not by much, so she spoke with ease, "The child she was carrying was mine, but after returning, I had the child aborted. As for Zhou Ruoki, he's neither mine nor yours."
He thought Zhou Lin would immediately cast Zhou Ruoki away.
But Zhou Lin didn't.
He looked at He Lanzhi with a smirk that wasn't quite a smile, fury suppressed in his eyes, his mouth curling into a sarcastic arc, "So what you're saying is, without knowing that Seo Zhenzhen had already aborted the child, you and Seo Zhenzhen teamed up to deceive me?"
