Mr. Gu said, "I don't know if the news has spread, but someone sent it to me, said they saw it in a WeChat group, thought it looked like you, and the car seemed to be yours, so they asked me—if I look, isn't it just you!"
Wen Zhan was irritated, "You handle it for me, I'm busy tonight and don't have time."
"Busy with what? Did you drag your wife back again?" Gu Xincheng knew him so well.
"It's none of your business, mind your own." He rudely rebutted his good friend's concern, impatiently throwing out, "If you don't handle this well, we're through!"
"@#%¥..." On the other end, Mr. Gu cursed, but he couldn't be bothered to respond and hung up the phone.
His head was pounding right now!
He had to determine as soon as possible whether the child in Mu Wanqing's belly was his or not!
If it was his, of course he couldn't let it be aborted.
For a family like the Wen Family, having a house full of children was a blessing, and there could never be too many.