Rong Qingze didn't expect Rong Yanqiao to say such words.
He was truly surprised.
Rong Yanqiao came back with a sarcastic retort, "Aren't you the same?"
It was one thing to be obsessively in love before, but now he even fantastically expects her to give birth to his and Wenming's child.
If that's not madness, then what is?
Rong Qingze grabbed her throat, his strength as a man far exceeded hers, and with the deliberate force he applied at the moment, Rong Yanqiao's breathing was cut off in an instant, her entire face turning red.
Yet even so, Rong Yanqiao didn't beg for mercy even once.
Rong Qingze wouldn't really want her dead.
"Clear your head. Otherwise, disaster comes from careless talk!"
That was all Rong Qingze left her with.
He was not like Rong Yanqiao; when he left, his clothes were neat and tidy, whereas Rong Yanqiao was the disheveled one.
Rong Yanqiao changed her clothes.
She had a meal with Huo Yanshu at the old house and didn't stay long before leaving.
