Zhuang Xuejun hadn't recovered from the shock of seeing him beaten to a pulp when this sentence hit her like a thunderbolt.
Han Luoqi clenched his fists tight, his eyes complex, burning with a struggle that Zhuang Xuejun couldn't decipher.
She wanted to deny it.
But since Han Luoqi had already come questioning, it meant he definitely knew, so denying was pointless.
So, she met his expectant gaze and calmly nodded, "Yes."
"How many months?"
"Three months."
"Is the child mine?" Although phrased as a question, it was incredibly certain.
She had only dated him, who else would the child belong to?
"Yes." Zhuang Xuejun remained calm, shifted slightly, and moved aside, "Come in and talk."
Though the community's security was good, and reporters rarely managed to slip in, there was no guarantee someone wouldn't take advantage.
Better to talk inside.
In the living room, Han Luoqi sat on the sofa, Zhuang Xuejun went to pour him a glass of water, and poured one for herself too.
