Gong Beiyao belatedly lowered his head and noticed a sudden sharp wound on his arm, while she was holding the handle of a fruit knife.
Blood flowed from his wound, dyeing his white shirt red.
Sheng Qianxia's eyes widened in shock, and in a daze, she threw away the fruit knife and screamed, "Stop pushing me! Don't come any closer... Don't make me see you again—"
"Qianqian, come to your senses! The child is fine!" He stepped toward her despite her resistance, grabbed her shoulders firmly to calm her down.
"It's still in your belly, so you have to take good care of yourself for its sake, got it!" He looked at her and said.
Sheng Qianxia looked up at him in surprise, "What are you saying?" She doubted her own ears.
He said firmly, "The child is fine, Qianqian. Be strong!"
Sheng Qianxia stared at his pale lips, hardly daring to believe her ears: "Are you saying you didn't... get rid of my child?"
