Yue Zhi's ears buzzed, his mouth half-open, Adam's apple bobbing, wanting to say something.
But his mind was blank, as if he had lost his voice, unable to utter a word.
Seeing the color draining bit by bit from Yue Zhi's face and the look of terror in his eyes, Beitang Tingxue stood with an even straighter posture, a gleeful expression on her face: "Mr. Yue Zhi, no matter what, you're the host here. Aren't you going to introduce your mistress and your illegitimate children to my boyfriend?"
Yue Zhi's Adam's apple bobbed again, cold sweat beading on his forehead.
He looked at Beitang Tingxue, his gaze gradually softening, his voice more tender than ever: "Tingxue, don't make a fuss, I know, I made a mistake having two children with your Aunt Wu, making you very angry, but no matter what, I'm still your biological father, I... I love you!"
