The Child Was Ours

"Bang..."

Mo Yixuan's cell phone dropped directly onto the field.

His face paling instantly, he stood motionless on the field ridge as if he had been pinned there, a dense layer of cold sweat coming out of his backbone.

His whole person looked as if had been stricken by a thunderbolt.

It was absolutely a bolt out of the sky.

At the other side of the phone, Wu Xiaomin was still unclear about the situation. She asked anxiously.

"Hello... Are you still there, sir? Hello... "

From the phone was only dead silence.

After waiting for a while, Wu Xiaomin, who had been could do nothing but hang up the phone.

At this time, the whole Mo family had been stirred into a utter mess.

Several people at the door kept talking about something.