Ou Yimo never expected her period would arrive so conveniently. She glanced at the not-far-away Zhan Nanjue and Ou Yimo, a cold glint flashed in her eyes.
Might as well pretend to have a miscarriage; there are witnesses, so Gong Shirao can't deny it!
So, Ou Yimo quickly walked toward Gong Shirao and Zhan Nanjue…
"Azhan… what are you two doing?"
Zhan Nanjue's body went slightly rigid.
Gong Shirao was stunned for a moment, wanting to release Zhan Nanjue, but then she thought of Ou Yimo's malice and decided to hold Zhan Nanjue tighter.
"Hugging, can't you tell!?" Gong Shirao said.
"Shirao, how could you do this… Azhan is my fiancé, we've already been engaged… I'm carrying his baby…"
"Even marriages can end in divorce." Gong Shirao said: "You know very well how that baby got in your belly! Heaven can forgive natural sin, but not self-inflicted ones!"
