He would rather she made a scene at this moment, crying and screaming, hitting and cursing him, blaming him for hiding the truth and deceiving her for so long.
He would even prefer she accused him of rape in a fit of anger, rather than act as if nothing happened now.
Hanjie glanced at Su Yiru who followed up, handed the child to her, and entered the room.
Once the door closed, no matter how many questions Su Yiru had, she could only leave with the child first.
Inside the room.
A gloomy atmosphere was spreading.
Qin Youxuan stood at the door, not speaking first.
Hanjie took strides towards the floor-to-ceiling windows and rested his hands on the glass.
Looking at the lush trees in the Ye Family Villa's yard, the meticulously trimmed holly emitting a vibrant green of life.
"Was what you said in front of the reporters today true?"
Eventually, Qin Youxuan couldn't hold back and broke the silence, her delicate face pale and almost transparent.
