Once inside, Xiao Heng dismissed the servants, sat on the sofa with a stern face, and looked at the standing Meng Jingyi, "Is there nothing you want to say to me?"
Meng Jingyi had always been afraid of Xiao Heng, especially when he was serious and intimidating. She didn't dare to sit, just stood there, hands tightly clutching her jeans, unable to speak for a long time.
"Alright, if you won't speak, then I'll ask."
Leaning back on the sofa, Xiao Heng looked at her angerly, "Why did you go to Meng Mountain?"
Meng Jingyi didn't dare to meet Xiao Heng's eyes, lowering her head to look at the floor, like a child who had done something wrong, choking back tears miserably, "I'm pregnant, and the child's father doesn't want the baby."
Xiao Heng silently looked at her, and Meng Jingyi increasingly couldn't control her emotions, tears streaming down her face.
After a moment, Xiao Heng asked, "Who is that man?"
