"Langchi, I'm not lying to you, really, the child can't be Li Liang's. Hua Hua is yours." At this moment, Ye Qing stood strong, and Mei Langchi was just like when she first met him—still that arrogant, unyielding gentleman.
"Did those doctors learn nothing? Or did you, a university student, learn in vain?"
"...." Mei Langchi's words were like a chokehold to Ye Qing. After struggling for a long time, she forced a smile, with red eyes and a pale face, stubbornly staring at Mei Langchi, holding back her words. Her appearance, both resilient and pitiful, easily evoked a sense of sympathy.
That expression seemed to be admitting fault, yet also pleading for forgiveness.
Ye Qing always knew what expression she should show to achieve the desired effect.
The two stared into each other's eyes for a long time without speaking, communicating their understanding with just a gaze.
Yet neither would back down; this time, neither compromised.
