Pregnant?
The moment these two words entered his brain, Fu Yanshen instinctively backed off and did not crash in.
Even so, it scared him into a cold sweat.
The hand that was resting on Mu Chenxi's waist trembled violently.
Mu Chenxi was sitting on Fu Yanshen's lap, clearly frightened by his just actions, her face deathly pale.
Noticing that he had stopped, she frantically slid off his legs.
Her knees hit the ground.
Because his hands were holding her, she did not hurt herself from the fall.
But her tears surged into her eyes without warning.
"Pitter-patter—"
Drops fell one after another, large teardrops streaming down.
Fu Yanshen couldn't bear to see Mu Chenxi's tears; seeing her cry so sadly, his heart was tormented as if being cut by a knife.
He hadn't seen her tears for a very long time.
He was such a bastard, making her cry for him again.
Fu Yanshen felt extreme pain in his heart.
He had agreed to divorce in the first place to avoid making her sad and cry.