The seductive throat moved up and down...
For a moment, Nie Mingfeng thought he had heard wrong, but he was sure he hadn't!
Because she didn't just say it once, and the second time she used that tone when talking to him. So, that child, that cute child with the watermelon hairstyle, is his son?
His own child?
The sudden revelation shocked Nie Mingfeng into dumbness...
It wasn't happiness, nor sadness, not even a struggle of unwillingness to accept; he was just dumbstruck because if this was the truth, then what had he been doing all these years?
Wishing he could grab his own head, he looked at Su Ling with his mouth slightly open, blaming himself. But she returned his gaze with a tone so calm it couldn't be calmer, "You're so self-righteous, so self-assured in your cleverness, why can't you figure out this point?"
After asking, she didn't seem to expect him to have an answer and coldly continued, "Ha! It's not that you can't figure it out, it's that you refuse to believe it."
