Don't mention Lan Linglong not trusting her, Ji Feifan also felt Lin Zhi's words were far too unreliable.
He spoke in a low voice, "Lin Zhi, you are rushing this too much. You can deliver her baby on Friday."
"No, Thursday, it can't be any later!" Lan Linglong said very decisively.
Lin Zhi slowly took a sip of water, set down the glass, and said, "It can only be Saturday, if you want me to deliver the baby, this date cannot be changed. Miss Lan, do you care about this child?"
Lan Linglong was stunned for a moment.
From the beginning until now, Lin Zhi had never asked about the child.
She didn't ask who the father of the child was, nor was she surprised about her pregnancy. She only cared about whether she valued the child or not.
"My child, of course I care," Lan Linglong's expression became a bit more serious.
If she didn't care, then why would she secretly keep him and plan to give birth to him?
