"Zhiwei, the child is still young," Zhou Lin suppressed the pain in his throat, his eyes reddening as he lowered himself greatly.
"He is young, but I am enough for him," Cheng Zhiwei said coldly, looking at him indifferently, her eyes devoid of any emotion, filled only with coldness and hatred.
"But I am the child's father, I…"
"Whose child is in Seo Zhenzhen's belly?" Cheng Zhiwei interrupted Zhou Lin, gazing at him directly, "You said you sent her abroad, fine, I ask you, why did she appear in the hospital again?"
Zhou Lin was suddenly speechless, his face turning pale, "You knew?"
This was his admission.
Cheng Zhiwei turned her head towards the window, did it hurt?
It hurt.
But by now, her feelings had already gone numb; she had long known what kind of man he was.
"It was an accident, He Lanzhi said she wanted to apologize to me, I..." Zhou Lin tried to explain, but his throat was dry and bitter, managing only to squeeze out such a dry sentence.
