She looked up at him.
The disgust he held in his eyes as he stared at her stabbed at her heart painfully.
And Ling Chuan looked at her, his hand trembling as he hit her.
From childhood to now.
He was hitting her for the first time!
In the past, no matter who touched her, he would make them pay!
He had hit her.
She must have wanted to run away even more!
"The child is yours, no doubt! But don't forget! You forced him upon me! Since I've conceived him, I have the right to not want him! Your child, I just don't want to give birth!" Ling Chuan's slap pushed An Ziqing into a furious shout.
Ling Chuan's body nearly swayed; hearing An Ziqing's words, he was almost in despair.
Looking at her, his gaze grew colder.
