"This afternoon, she also went to my aunt's place," Fu Qingshuang turned around and took a blood HCG report from her bag, "Xiao, did you see it? This is the blood test she did this afternoon, she is pregnant too, the fetus is only a little over a week. You say you don't care about my child, you asked me to abort it, tell me, would Mo Nanjue ask Tong Ran to abort hers?"
Luo Xiao took the report, and signed under the examiner's column were the two words, Tong Ran.
The handwriting was so familiar to him, it was clearly written by Xiao Ran herself…
His brows furrowed tightly, his fists clenched, and the report was crumpled into a ball in his hand.
"What, are you at a loss for words?" Fu Qingshuang laughed coldly, yes, saying that would hurt him, he would hurt, but she hurt more than he did, but what could she do, he didn't love her, he just didn't love her, no matter how much she said, he only hurt for another woman…
