Ling Chuan glanced at An Ziqing. "I'm not seeing her."
"But young master, Miss Li has been waiting for a long time! Really quite a long time! And she's pregnant!" the butler said cautiously.
"I said I'm not seeing her!" After Ling Chuan finished, he put his arm around An Ziqing and headed into the house.
"See her." An Ziqing said, "She's very worried about you, she's been coming every single day these past days. Besides, she's your fiancée, and she's carrying your child! Your own child! You already lost one, you can't lose this one too. Otherwise it'll really be too painful."
That was Ling Chuan's child.
The one that had been in her belly was already gone.
This remaining one, he definitely couldn't bear to lose.
She knew him.
So she didn't want to make things hard for him.
Before Ling Chuan could say anything, An Ziqing had already removed his hand holding her and took the initiative to walk away.
