Xu Zijin sneered coldly upon hearing those words.
The unpleasant conversation completely disrupted their breakfast. No one felt like eating anymore, except for the two little ones who had just woken up.
Pei Dabao dashed over, cheerfully holding his remote-control airplane.
Xiaoling paused in her steps, stroked her large, round belly, and suddenly, a bold idea emerged in her mind.
From Xu Zijin's tone and mannerisms, it was clear—he had already determined that the child was not his.
This was her worst fear, something she felt utterly helpless to change.
If the child were his, even if it were a daughter, she would be cherished as a little treasure in the Xu Family.
But in reality, the child had no connection to Xu Zijin, and therefore no connection to the Xu Family either.
Her hopes were bound to collapse.
But this wasn't the most terrifying part...
Thinking of the child in her belly, Xiaoling suddenly felt reluctant to let go.
