"If I wasn't pregnant with your child or Ling Yun's child, would you still be telling me this?" she smiled bitterly.
Leng Yerong furrowed his brows and stared at her in the dark. "I wanted you and planned to marry you. Are you satisfied now? Tell me whose child it is."
"You're talking nonsense. Did you call me after you took me? You've ignored me for so many days, and now you're saying such beautiful things. Are you trying to coax a child?"
I'm not coaxing a child, I'm coaxing a little ancestor. Tell me whose child it is? "
"It's not yours, anyway!" Xu Ying pouted and tried to push him away, but she couldn't."If you keep pressing down on me like this, I'm going to call for help!"
"You can Shout!"
someone, come! Leng Yerong did not expect her to really shout.