...For what?
Xie Wanqing widened her eyes, yet before she could grasp the taste of it, the man in front spoke again: "You can take the child away, but he must carry my surname, and from then on, you will sever all ties with him."
...Suffocating silence.
After a while, Xie Wanqing finally understood his meaning, her gaze gradually turned peculiar.
"What?" Lu Ziyuan leaned in closer, saying coldly: "You don't want to?"
Xie Wanqing: "..."
She questioned, doubtfully: "You think the child is Ji Chengfeng's?"
Lu Ziyuan's teeth clenched tight, his jawline taut, pupils slightly squinted, staring at her without speaking.
With that reaction, there's nothing more to say.
Xie Wanqing found it somewhat ridiculous.
She reached out and grabbed his wrist, tugging it gently, and then the icy-cold aura surrounding the man made him obediently sit beside her.
