Qiao Mo's mind went blank: "Our child?"
"It's hateful that I always suspected her, but didn't think that Qiqi was our child!" He grabbed his coat, pulled Qiao Mo, and immediately ran outside.
At this moment, Fu Nancheng was filled with regret and hatred. He always felt that the child resembled Qiao Mo, so while testing Yu Qianxun, he couldn't help but like that little guy.
It wasn't until Qiao Mo just mentioned that the child and he were spitting images, that he suddenly realized he guessed right. Yu Qianxun was the mastermind behind it all, but the child wasn't conceived through her drunken night, rather it was his and Xiao Mo's!
Qiao Mo quickly caught up with his pace, her emotions unable to settle for a long time.
Is it really their child? Could it really be their child...
Tears rolled down Qiao Mo's cheeks; she found it unbelievable.
"Do you remember where Yu Qianxun lives?"
"I remember."
