But at this moment, Xiao Yan felt nothing.
He looked at Luan Qingyuan indifferently and said coldly, "Oh, the child is mine, then what's the deal with Zhao Yijia? Why does he say the child is his?"
Hearing Xiao Yan mention Zhao Yijia's name, Luan Qingyuan's vision suddenly darkened, and she staggered backward several steps, finally falling onto the bed.
She shook her head frantically, "No, no, no, I have nothing to do with Zhao Yijia! Ah Yan, where did you hear these rumors? How can you let others slander me like this? You distrust me to this extent and say such groundless things to me, do you, do you want to drive me to death?"
She looked at Xiao Yan, her face pale, and large tears slipped from her eyes.
In the past, her tears could always provoke Xiao Yan's pity, make him feel she was pitiful, make him think she was charming and touching.
But today, Xiao Ran only felt annoyed and disgusted.