“…could?” Her heart suddenly contracted: Xinluo stared at him unblinkingly, could he be trying to win her back? This wasn’t like his style at all!
“I hope we could…”
“Mr. Xia, are you harassing Xinluo?” Gao Yizhe, who had rushed over upon discovering him, coldly interrupted his words, his expression displeased, “I think Xinluo has nothing to do with you anymore.”
“…” His black eyes narrowed dangerously, Xia’erxi stared expressionlessly at this guy who loved to interfere. “Harassment”? He really hated Gao Yizhe’s choice of words.
“If nothing’s wrong, please don’t come looking for Xinluo anymore.” Gao Yizhe suddenly reached out and pulled Xinluo close to his side. He had been angry that Xia Erxi had bullied Xinluo for so long, how could he let him hurt her again? “…” Staring at his possessive hand, Xia Erxi finally noticed Xinluo’s swollen belly, and he looked at her in shock. She hurriedly pulled her cloak to cover her abdomen. “What? Is that not okay?” Gao Yizhe raised his thick eyebrows provocatively, harboring a belly full of resentment towards Xia Erxi. “The child may not be yours!” “…” Glaring fiercely at the passerby, Xia Erxi said nothing more, his dark and gloomy eyes falling on Xinluo again. “You don’t need to think too much, it has nothing to do with you.” Xinluo averted her gaze, unwilling to face him. “…” After a pause, his thin li
“How is this possible?” He still couldn’t believe it. “It’s true, I saw it with my own eyes.” There was hidden anger in his voice, but Xia Erxi tried to hold back. “Where did you meet her?” Bo Chenghai began pacing around the billiards table again. “At a friend’s wine party, she was with Gao Yizhe.” The cold reply was accompanied by a sarcastic smile from Xia Erxi.
It turned out he was the only one who would be hurt. He had thought he had hurt her too deeply and sincerely wanted to start over with her; but it turned out she broke up with him for another man, and now even had a child. And the man was actually someone he hated the most.
“No! There’s a problem here… and a big one,” Bo Chenghai muttered to himself, “Whose child is this?”
“Not mine,” he snorted coldly.
