Zhixi couldn't help but smile.
She looked up at him, "Jingyao, are you... not upset?"
With such news, it's impossible for him not to feel anything at all...
He curled his lips up slightly, rubbed her head, and said, "La Jiao's child has nothing to do with me, that much I'm sure of, so don't worry."
"Really?" Zhixi's eyes widened.
"Mm." He Jingyao grasped her hand, "So, even if she insists on having the child, it's none of my business. But my mom will deal with it, she won't leave any trouble behind."
Zhixi furrowed her brows slightly, "Why... are you so sure?"
"Guess?" He laughed lowly, planting a warm kiss on her cheek.
Zhixi was a bit frustrated, "I can't guess!"
"If you compensate me, I'll tell you." He pinched her cheek, seemingly amused by her annoyed expression, "Too bad at the moment..."
His tone was full of regret.
Zhixi blushed slightly, pushing away his playful hand, "Jingyao, then... what do you think your father will do?"
