"I definitely won't keep it," Rong Yanqiao answered quickly, with a mocking smile on her lips.
Her quick, unthinking reaction was definitely the most genuine response from her mind.
Rong Yanqiao didn't even want to give birth to his child, so how could she truly want to have his and Wenming's child?
For some reason, an unnamed fury surged within him at this moment.
His black eyes coldly swept towards Rong Yanqiao—
"You don't even want to have the child, so all those things you said before, Rong Yanqiao, were you playing me?"
Rong Qingze's gaze and tone carried immense pressure and oppression.
Rong Yanqiao's heart seized up.
Hearing these words from Rong Qingze, in the end, he was actually angry.
Rong Yanqiao pursed her lips and said calmly, "Why would I play you? The choice given to me then was that I could only have your and Wenming's child. I had no choice."
