Shu Qiqi clutched her belly, stepping back in terror.
This man was too frightening, unpredictable, and ever-changing.
So the rumors were true after all; this was his true face.
The old lady came out of the inner room, and Leng Yichen's face immediately brightened with a smile, "Grandma, are you sure you want to disturb our little world?"
"You rascal, you think I'm here for you? I'm worried about my great-grandchild. Don't worry, Grandma won't stay long. As soon as Qiqi's pregnancy is stable, I'll leave right away."
Shu Qiqi, supporting the old lady, walked out of the yard, with Leng Yichen trailing behind them, his face so dark it seemed ink could drip from it.
Not far behind them, Leng Yize's cold eyes were watching Shu Qiqi closely.
"Ze, there's no mistake, the young madam is the woman from the plane that day. If it weren't for her, Leng Yichen would have lost face a long time ago; he couldn't have remained so illustrious."