How could Yaxin know whose child it is in her belly? Two months ago, she went to a bar with her friends and met three men. After everyone got drunk, they naturally got a room.
She only remembered being with someone three or four times that night, but she really couldn't recall which man it was, or maybe she was with all of them.
This wasn't the first time something like this happened, but every time before, she took precautions. It was just her bad luck to end up like this this time.
Yaxin lowered her head and shrank into the passenger seat, mumbling everything to Zhang Min.
After listening, Zhang Min was so angry she almost spat blood. One hand gripped the steering wheel while the other pressed on her throbbing temples: "How many times have I told you to hang out less with those dissolute friends of yours? Now, how are you going to clean up this mess?"
Yaxin cried and clung to Zhang Min's arm: "Now Dad knows too, Mom, you have to help me."
