Xi Mohan walked to the bedside and placed the tray he was holding on the bedside table. He looked down at Ning Wan, who was half-sitting there, pursing his thin lips. He sensed her fear of him, and with a darkening expression, he asked his first question, "Have you had a child?"
His tone didn't seem like a question but rather carried a hint of certainty.
Hearing Xi Mohan's words, Ning Wan's eyes widened immediately. She looked up at the man in front of her, a flash of panic in her eyes, and quickly lowered her gaze and said through gritted teeth, "No."
However, her heart had already leaped into her throat.
"No?" The man's thin lips parted slightly, slowly savoring these two words, clearly unbelieving.
Ning Wan at that moment not only felt overwhelmingly flustered but also sensed a chill spreading from the soles of her feet throughout her body. She spoke hurriedly, "Yes, I really haven't had a child. Whether you believe it or not, no means no."
"Then what's with your abdomen?"
