Han Luoli's fingers clenched tightly, his dominant cold glare fixating on Han Luoxi.
"Do you think you'll have a good ending?"
Han Luoxi swallowed hard with effort, her face flushed red, barely able to breathe.
She was absolutely convinced that Han Luoli was ready to strike a fatal blow.
"Luoxi! Luoli, please let go of Luoxi!" Wen Zhiyan cried out in fear.
Noticing that she seemed to have something to say, Han Luoli loosened his grip slightly.
"She just learned about her infertility. If she also finds out the truth from four years ago, I can't guarantee that she can handle such a shock."
Han Luoxi continued to feign calmness as she spoke.
Han Luoli released her hand forcefully, tossing her aside like a doll.
"Luoxi, Luoxi, are you okay?"
