Qin Shaonan looked at Qiao Qiao, "Say it again."
Qiao Qiao looked at Qin Shaonan, this time her smile was more natural than the first, "It's not yours."
Qin Shaonan's voice was as cold as a cellar, "Whose is it?"
Qiao Qiao laughed, "Second Uncle has always advocated violence, to protect him, I will not tell you."
Qin Shaonan looked at Qiao Qiao with cold eyes, pinched her cheekbone firmly.
Qiao Qiao cried from the pain but made no sound.
Qin Shaonan pressed her against the tent, his breathing uneven, "It's not mine?"
Qiao Qiao still smiled, "I told you it's not yours, why don't you believe me? Could it be that you still love me?"
"Love? You think you're worthy!"
Qin Shaonan spoke word by word, as if wanting to freeze the words in his mouth.
Qiao Qiao took a deep breath, "Since I'm not worthy, what's Second Uncle doing?"
Qin Shaonan stared at Qiao Qiao, his eyes brewing with cold steam, "Since you said it's not, we'll do a paternity test after it's born."
