She grabbed her cellphone, pulled up the messaging app, quickly typed out a text message, and then, with a heavy press, sent it.
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Just a second before Ling Chuxia was about to press the call button, her phone vibrated, and a message appeared on the screen. Seeing those two words "Young Master," her heart leapt violently.
Shi Che had sent a message... What would he say?
Ling Chuxia's fingers trembled so much that, for a moment, she couldn't bring herself to open and read it. She closed her eyes, took several deep breaths, and then slowly opened them, her fingers hesitantly tapped on the screen.
The content of the message unfolded bit by bit before her, and as Ling Chuxia's eyes moved across it, her gaze suddenly froze.
You don't deserve to carry my child.
