Seeing how resolutely the little guy spoke, Ling Yichen didn't want to contradict him anymore. Anyway, things would be clear in due time, and it wouldn't be him who would be embarrassed.
The conversation between Ling Yichen and An Jiayou ended in mutual disdain.
After hanging up, both sides of the call simultaneously showed a weird smile on their lips.
Ling Yichen thought that even if the beloved ended up not belonging to him, he would definitely create some trouble for the bastard who had her. This way, the man would know what kind of treasure he possessed, and cherish it more.
As for An Jiayou, the son's thoughts were far more despicable. His aim was simple—to create some extra chaos for the man, so he wouldn't have time to compete with him for the little guy.
Whenever he thought of that small figure, his whole heart felt warm, and at the thought that this little one would belong to him in the future, he got so excited that he couldn't hide the curve of his lips.
