Tang Mubai held the teapot and paused, then suddenly burst into laughter, "What did you say?"
Wei Chengfeng's face grew even more troubled, "This time she came back with a pair of dragon and phoenix twins."
"Children? Whose children? They can't be yours, can they?" After saying that, Tang Mubai laughed again, "A wife who divorces and moves far away, then discovers she's pregnant, and years later comes back with a pair of dragon and phoenix twins—that's too melodramatic, isn't it? Has that actually happened to you?"
"If those children were mine, would I still be in such a state now?"
With one sentence, Tang Mubai's laughter subsided, "The children aren't yours? Then whose are they?"
Wei Chengfeng, with a stern face, shook his head, his expression filled with the anguish of a heart wounded by love.
The depth of his love for Su Li, Tang Mubai had seen over the years. If it weren't for love that went to the bone, with his temperament, how could he have let her go for four years?
