Xiang Ying's voice couldn't help but rise a few notches.
"Where did these children come from?"
Fang Qian stood under the moonlight, his expression somewhat sorrowful: "You refuse to even acknowledge this now?"
"Yuanxiao, Yuan Lang, Xiu Xiu, they are my own flesh and blood, you told me that yourself."
"Don't you remember that Mid-Autumn Festival when I got drunk, and afterwards I didn't know anything anymore? To keep me from the pressure, you sent me on a task, not letting me return for a whole year."
"By the time I came back, the children were already born. You said they were my flesh and blood, I remember all this."
His gaze flickered: "To say you are really strong-willed, why didn't you tell me when you were pregnant? Although our statuses are worlds apart, I wouldn't be irresponsible."
Looking at Xiang Ying's somewhat surprised expression.
