Lin Xifei's face was as pale as joss paper.
Her lips were trembling, her voice quivered uncontrollably: "I..."
She looked extremely frightened, her fingers clutching her clothes.
Zhong Lingxiao comfortingly patted her shoulder, "Don't be afraid of him. He's just a mad dog. I'm very sure the child in your belly is mine. He's just trying to bully whoever he can catch."
Lin Xifei bit her lip, struggling to break free from his embrace.
Her steps were somewhat frantic, maintaining a safe distance from him.
Her eyes slightly evasive.
Zhong Lingxiao felt an itch in his palm, a bad feeling silently rising in his heart.
Zhong Yi chuckled lightly: "Miss Lin, tell everyone. Who is the father of the child in your belly?"
"I... I..."
Zhong Yi was not in a hurry at all.
But Zhong Lingxiao's eyes stared at her, as if hearing denial from her mouth would tear her apart.
The others also sensed something amiss.
Lin Xifei, clutching her child, said, "The child in my belly... isn't yours."
