Mo Xiaoyu's heart sank upon hearing his words; she knew unmistakably that Mo Siyu had heard everything.
"Si Yu, let me explain," Mo Xiaoyu instinctively tried to explain.
Mo Siyu grabbed Xie Quan by the collar, his piercing gaze swept over him, his voice was so cold that even in June, it was chilling.
"Xie Quan, what did you tell my uncle and aunt when you got married?" Mo Siyu tightened his grip, and Xie Quan was flung away.
"Ah," Xie Quan fell against the wall and onto the ground.
Xie Quan gritted his teeth in pain.
Wan Wei hurried over, helping Xie Quan to stand as she asked, "Are you alright?"
"I'm fine," Xie Quan instinctively glanced at her belly.
Mo Siyu strode forward, towering over them, much taller than Xie Quan, and even more so compared to Wan Wei, giving him a commanding presence. He said, "Xiao Yu even had Tiantian for you, and for the son not yet born in her belly, you want to divorce Xiao Yu?"
