Yuan Sichun gritted her teeth in anger. She glanced downstairs and suddenly grabbed Shen Fanxing's arm.
She used all her strength to pull her away, but she also wanted to let go.
The back and forth movement was the most prone to accidents.
Shen Fanxing had to fall in front of her. Everyone would be happy if she wasn't pregnant. If she was, it would be a pity…
However, the thoughts and actions that flashed across Yuan Sichun's mind did not develop as she had imagined.
She tugged at Shen Fanxing's hand, only to realize that she didn't move at all.
Instead, he slowly turned to look at her, his eyes cold.
"What do you want, Miss Yuan?"
Yuan Sichun's face paled and she instinctively wanted to retract her hand. However, Shen Fanxing grabbed her hand and pulled her back.
Shen Fanxing closed in on her, her cold eyes exuding a domineering aura that enveloped Yuan Sichun.