When Chi Jingming saw the video, it was already past three in the morning.
In the dim wine cellar, a faint aroma of wine filled the air, making one feel intoxicated, yet Chi Jingming had no interest in indulging.
He only knew that Luo Peirou had fallen into Lin Zonghao's hands.
If it were only Luo Peirou, Chi Jingming would have, like in the past few days, finished checking the missed calls and messages on his phone, then decisively turned it off.
However, in Luo Peirou's belly, there was his child, a little red and wrinkled being who would one day call him dad with big, blinking eyes and a sweet, soft voice.
Chi Jingming could no longer remain calm.
Approaching thirty, an age people say signifies maturity, Chi Jingming had never truly loved anyone.
Reckless in youth, and as a young master of the Chi family, Chi Jingming had been surrounded by a revolving door of female companions since he could remember.
Sweet, gentle, sensual, fiery...
In short, all kinds of women.
