"I heard you're pregnant?"
"Yes..."
"Whose child is it? If it's not my brother's, could it be Shaochen's?" Nangong Zhongli raised an eyebrow and smiled.
Xia Xiaonuan's hand beneath the table clenched slightly.
"Of course not. Shaochen and I, everything is over. Zhongli, there's no need for me to lie to you..."
"But as long as you stay here, Shaochen's heart will never make room for anyone else!"
Xia Xiaonuan chuckled bitterly.
In her mind, she thought, even after she left for ten years, wasn't there no place for her in Nan Mo's heart either?
Why was Nangong Zhongli so obsessed?
"Don't worry, I'll leave soon."
Her other hand was placed in front of her nose.
The scent on Nangong Zhongli was really too strong. As Nangong Zhongli watched her, a hint of indifference flickered in her pupils.
The fragrance on her was indeed not just any ordinary perfume.
