After waiting for a long time, Meng Jingyi received no response at all. Ding Chen Tai gritted his teeth furiously, "Are you treating everything I said to you tonight like it's nothing? Pregnant, huh, you dare say such a thing."
Meng Jingyi sat on the bed, her back leaning against the headboard. Her abdomen still felt uncomfortable, so her face looked terrible.
Hearing Ding Chen Tai's words, she moved her hand away from her abdomen, her voice unusually calm, "I really am pregnant."
On the other side of the phone, there was a lengthy silence before Ding Chen Tai's voice came through again, "Whose is it?"
In that instant, Meng Jingyi's heart felt like glass falling from a great height, shattered into pieces.
However, the true blade was yet to come as Ding Chen Tai continued, "Don't say it's mine. I'm not my grandfather, Meng Jingyi, you can't deceive me. There's no way this child is mine."
