Luo Zhiming, upon hearing Fang Pingying's words, stared blankly at her with wide eyes, conflicted for a long time, before finally asking, "Sister-in-law, I don't understand, what are you trying to say?"
Seeing that she had made herself so clear, yet Luo Zhiming still couldn't catch on, or perhaps it wasn't that he couldn't catch on, but rather he was so desperate to have a child that he didn't want to believe it, Fang Pingying felt somewhat helpless. She glanced at Luo Zhiming and said irritably, "It's been laid out so plainly, and yet you still don't understand. No wonder you can't even tell if it's your own son."
"I..." When Luo Zhiming heard this, his complexion worsened, and his eyes fixed fiercely on Fang Pingying, as if he was ready to start a fight if the child turned out not to be his.
Fang Pingying, seeing this obstinate man, couldn't be bothered to deal with him any longer and glanced at Luo Zhiyong before she walked away a bit.
