Long Xiliang was taken aback after saying those words.
Even he himself couldn't believe he would say such a thing.
He just looked at Lu Xiaoyou's abdomen, and out of nowhere, this thought popped into his head. He wondered what might develop within Lu Xiaoyou's body.
For example, his child...
All along, Long Xiliang had never given much thought to the idea of "children," and he never imagined what his own child would be like.
To him, it seemed like his life had not yet reached that stage.
In the past, he might have been tormented to death by post-traumatic stress, or he could have died in one of the assaults he faced.
He had ambition and wanted to survive; only by standing at the top could he avoid being trampled. As for marriage and taking a wife, he found it indifferent, and he felt even less need for children.
If he really needed a next generation, extracting sperm and using a test tube seemed fine. The thought of creating a child by being with a woman felt dirty to him.
