Xiao Chengyu casually picked up a box of tea leaves from the table beside him and threw it at Xiao Moli.
"She wants to give birth, then let her. Once the child is born, we can do a paternity test."
Xiao Moli didn't dodge, allowing the box of tea leaves to hit him before it thudded to the ground.
He spoke in pain, "Everyone understands such a simple reasoning. Since Lin Qiaoqiao dares to do this, she surely understands it too. If she can do such a thing, she must have other plans, who knows what trouble she'll make then."
"Plus, there's nearly a year left. During this time, how should An Ziqi spend her days?"
He hadn't failed to consider this, but, from now until the child is born, there's still eight or nine months left.
During this time, various media will definitely report extensively to grab headlines.
He knew without a doubt how the events would be portrayed.
And every single moment of that time, every piece of news reported by the media, would be torture for An Ziqi.
