Tang Xi looked at him.
Still not a single word.
This familiar face uttering indifferent words.
She had thought that Fu Tingzhou might reject her.
But she wanted to try.
If there was even the slightest chance, she was willing to strive for it.
Yet, Tang Xi never imagined that his demand would be for her to abort the child.
In an instant, it felt as if her heart had plunged into an icy pit.
Fu Tingzhou had thought that Tang Xi would refuse, argue, or cry for mercy, but at this moment, the woman's face was devoid of any expression. She just looked at him faintly and then cast her eyes down, which caught Fu Tingzhou off guard.
The man suddenly felt an indescribable irritability, "Do you care so much about your child with Xu Yiran? Do you like Xu Yiran that much?"
"What if I say, this child is yours."
Fu Tingzhou was taken aback, and then he laughed.
The smile on his face grew deeper and deeper.
