"Okay." Lu Jinghan watched An Zihao with one hand in his pocket, exuding a powerful aura: "Mr. An heard it too, she wants to go home alone for a while."
An Zihao glanced at Bai Antong, then released her hand that he was holding: "The child belongs to both of us. You can't selfishly abort it. Go home and rest well. I'll call you."
Bai Antong rubbed her wrist, which had turned red from being grasped, her mind in utter chaos.
After watching An Zihao leave, Lu Jinghan spoke to Bai Antong unhappily, "Have you really fallen in love with him?"
Although Bai Antong's romantic scandals were all over the news—like a girl's monthly cycle consistently hitting the hot topics—Lu Jinghan knew this girl couldn't fall in love with any man since she couldn't let go of her first love. The so-called scandals were all company-fabricated hype.
"Brother, I'm a bit tired. I want to go back first."
