Krista's pov
The room was very dark, very dark.
I laboriously climbed up and looked back at him, with unwilling voice. "Now, I can always know why I got such treatment from you."
He sat up, without saying a word, got out of bed, put on his clothes, and left the room.
What the hell. What the hell happened.
I'm really going crazy.
I turned around, retreated to the bedside and turned on the bedside lamp.
At the moment, I just feel sore all over.
I looked at the paper on the ground.
Isn't this the one Cheney was holding just now when he came in?
I got out of bed, lifted the blanket, squatted down, and picked up the paper.
My feet were soft when I saw the above information, and I immediately sat down on the floor.
Cheney... Cheney knows everything.
Thinking of what he just said, I played him under his nose, my mood is inexplicably dignified.
I've been looking for the time, but... it's still a step late after all.
Why didn't I expect Cheney to do a paternity test?