"This isn't about being petty," Huo Jingting frowned.
"Then what is it about?"
"..." He couldn't come up with an answer.
In fact, it wasn't that he thought she couldn't accept the child, but everything had been going well between them. If she suddenly found out he had a five-year-old son, could she really be indifferent?
Even though he knew she wouldn't be narrow-minded enough to not accept the child, he still didn't dare to blurt it out recklessly.
If it wasn't for caring too much, he wouldn't be so cautious.
The person he trusted the least wasn't her, but himself.
Huo Jingting tightened his embrace around her waist, his lips against her cheek, his voice muffled as he called out, "Xiaoqiao."
He didn't know how to explain his previous actions, so he could only keep calling her like this, which was also a way of admitting his mistake.
Gu Nanqiao turned her gaze away, refusing to look at him.
Suddenly, she recalled something puzzling, "What about Chengcheng's father?"
