He lowered his gaze, hiding the pain in his eyes, and once again pressed his lips fiercely against hers.
She was clearly so soft, yet why did she make him feel such pain?
He kept trying to tease her, hoping she would respond to him a little, but sadly, it was all in vain.
A few minutes later, he finally let her go in despair, seemingly unable to endure her indifference any longer.
Qiao Mo stepped back, creating distance between them, and spoke softly, "I hope you stay away from Chenchen, because I won't cooperate with you like I did today every time."
Fu Nancheng squinted his eyes, putting one hand in his pocket, and slowly asked again, "Whose child is Chenchen?"
"You don't need to worry about that. In any case, he is not your child."
In any case, he is not his child.
These few words hit Fu Nancheng heavily in the heart, causing a pain in his chest and making it difficult to breathe.
