"Jiang Tian, listen carefully, as long as you're in this house, I won't come back. As for my parents, you'd better keep your mouth shut.
You know well enough what you should say and what you shouldn't. I don't want to be disturbed by anyone, and if you dare to complain, don't blame me for being rude!"
The man's words, as cold as an ice hammer, seemed to knock on the heart, bringing a chill that seeped into the bones.
Jiang Tian bit her lip. She understood Lu Xingshen's intention—he wanted to draw a line with her, not to have any contact.
So, for the past two months, she had been putting on a facade, pretending before Liu Qian that she and Lu Xingshen were getting along harmoniously. Actually, this quiet state was quite good; he wasn't bothering her, and she could focus on nurturing her pregnancy.
But her parents were coming tomorrow night, and if Lu Xingshen didn't show up, how would she explain this?
