And on the large bed, it was obvious that something had happened.
She walked in and saw Leng Qinghan, and Leng Qinghan also looked at Meng Tingting, but there was no hint of flattery in her gaze like before.
Yet, she still politely called out, "Tingting."
"Don't call me that!" Looking at her own bed in such a state, used by another woman, there was an uncontrollable fire within her heart.
Meng Tingting's gaze fell on Ling Xiche, "What are you two doing?"
"Don't blame Che." Leng Qinghan said, "I begged him. I have always liked Che a lot, and my feelings for him are deep. The child I lost back then was indeed a pain in my heart. Now, I just want Che to give me a child. When this child is born, he will call you 'Mom,' and have nothing to do with me. I will leave here."
