Xu Haonan's voice suddenly rose, his face twisting with anger. The child in his arms began to wail in fright.
Wei Wei's heart trembled uncontrollably.
If the child wasn't Yan Ye's, would he erupt in rage, then kill the child… and then her?
Wei Wei didn't dare to imagine further.
"Anan, if I wanted to play games with you, why would I have gotten together with you in the first place? To help you, I haven't contacted my family for nearly a year. And you think I'm playing you?" Wei Wei peeled off the face mask, her tone carrying a tinge of desolation.
Xu Haonan saw the tears welling up in her eyes, ready to spill over, and his heart softened a little.
Handing the child over to the nanny, Xu Haonan grasped Wei Wei's arm and led her to the bedroom.
