Xia Xiaonuan walked to half a meter behind Nangong Yaoling.
"Nangong Yaoling… are you really planning to let go?"
Nangong Yaoling's body stiffened, but he did not turn around. Instead, he sneered and said, "If I don't let go, what can I do?"
"Did you come to find me because you know I wasn't with Situ Yan that night, or because you're worried that the child in my belly is yours?"
Nangong Yaoling's brow furrowed.
His pupils suddenly became a bit flustered, and he turned around.
"Xia Xiaonuan, what do you want to say?" Indeed, he came because he heard from Nangong Feihong that Xiaonuan wasn't with Situ Yan.
He also indeed thought about whether Xiaonuan's child is his.
But just now, Situ Yan was adamant that the child was his.
Now, he was completely confused, and Xia Xiaonuan's question made him feel even less certain.
Actually, Xia Xiaonuan always had a question in her heart. The question was whether Nangong Yaoling cared more about her or the child in her belly.
