"It's none of your business how old my child is!"
Ling Qing Ya screamed hysterically, shooting a venomous glare at Ling Fei as she turned to run away.
But before she could escape, Hu Jiang Shan grabbed her arm and, regardless of her struggling, pulled her to a chair opposite Ling Fei and forced her to sit down.
"How far along is the child you're carrying?" Hu Jiang Shan asked, looking at Ling Qing Ya with an unusual brightness in his eyes, his voice clearly trembling with excitement.
Ling Qing Ya glared at him furiously, her face taut as she refused to speak.
However, Ling Fei seemed thoughtful as she watched the two of them.
The man in front of her was so anxious, so excited, and kept asking about the child; it seemed that the night they were together, they probably didn't use protection.
"Miss, do you know how old the child in her womb is?" Unable to get an answer from Ling Qing Ya's lips, Hu Jiang Shan turned to question Ling Fei.