Ning Xie clenched his fists.
He lowered his gaze, looking down at the ground.
This house, a farmhouse, has a floor not of cement, but of individual paving bricks.
His vision landed on the blushingly red bricks, yet his heart was already entangled.
The child is his.
Of course, he knew.
Since Leng Tong messaged him until now, this child must be about three months old already.
He had never thought that after hearing such cruel words from him, Leng Tong would still choose to keep the child.
Is it because... second brother doesn't mind? Is she keeping the child because second brother is willing to be the father, and she doesn't want to take a life away? Or is it because...
That faint thought that was about to surface was swiftly suppressed by him.
How is that possible...
He was really letting his imagination run wild.
The person Leng Tong has liked has always been brother Han.
He had been harboring unrequited love for so long, how come he still couldn't overcome this habit?
