Qiao An's obscure gaze landed on Wei Xin's stomach and she mocked, "Li Zecheng, your woman is pregnant. Why? Are you not going to give her a status?"
Li Zecheng and Qiao An had fought a few rounds and had lost every time. He no longer dared to treat Qiao An as a fool.
If Qiao An had something on Wei Xin's pregnancy, she would definitely use it as an excuse. Panic flashed across his eyes as he glanced at Wei Xin accusingly.
Wei Xin lowered her head guiltily.
Li Zecheng said, "Qiao An, how many times do you want me to tell you that Wei Xin and I are just friends? The child in her stomach is not mine."
Perhaps Qiao An had uprooted her love for Li Zecheng and had no love for him, so she faced his deception. She was no longer as hysterical as before. Instead, she said calmly, "Whether that's your child or not, we'll know the answer in ten months."
