"Mu Hewen, speak up." Mu Haotian's voice rose again, as he slapped the paper in front of him, "Don't think about deceiving me anymore."
Only then did Mu Hewen lower his head to look at the paternity test. He had no time to read the content, his gaze focused only on the last line of the result: Paternity probability is 99.9999%.
Hu Jiaojiao was indeed carrying his child.
He had taken full precautions, could it be fate's doing?
After a long while, Mu Hewen murmured, "This child is indeed mine."
In the face of undeniable evidence, any argument was futile. Hearing this, Qi Meihui burst into tears.
"Young lady, what is your name?" Mu Haotian's expression softened when he looked at Hu Jiaojiao, "How many months pregnant are you?"
Hu Jiaojiao answered with a sweet voice, "Uncle Mu, I am two months pregnant."
