Xu He, upon hearing the words, already felt her legs shaking like sieves with fear. Her parched voice still tried to circle the conversation back, "You...no, Zhiming, listen to me, actually..."
"Actually what?" Luo Zhiming grabbed her hair with one hand, his eyes full of mockery as he looked at her, "You want to say, the child is actually mine, and everything you said before was nonsense?"
At that moment, although Luo Zhiming did not seem to be exerting too much force or having the intention to harm Xu He, the chilling aura emanating from him and the reckless look in his eyes were truly frightening, like a person on the brink of death having an extraordinary fearlessness in the face of mortality.
If a person truly fears not even death, then probably nothing in this world can scare them.
"I..." This side of Luo Zhiming was something Xu He had never seen before, and she didn't know how to deal with it, momentarily frozen in place.
