"If you care, then give birth to him. He's my child, Tang Yuchen's child, and I would never deny him. If you don't care, you also have the option to abort him."
He kept a smile on his face, speaking lightly, as if discussing today's weather, so nonchalant.
An Xin's complexion changed slightly. She already knew the result, but his reaction...
She grabbed his wrist in a rush, asking anxiously, "Aren't you happy, don't you like him? He's your child. Even if you don't like me, you can't dislike your own child!"
In her heart, the woman was desperately pleading.
Please, I beg of you, care about him, I have nothing else left to offer!
"An Xin," Tang Yuchen began in a low voice, his gaze growing even more intense, "there are plenty of women willing to have my children. What makes you think I'd lack children or care about them that much?"
Boom—
An Xin's eyes widened in shock, as if something had exploded in her head, leaving a blank space.
