Facing Ning Xi's question, Lu Tingxiao's fists tightened as he fell silent and did not say anything.
He had expected that even if everyone believed that Little Treasure was her biological son, Ning Xi would think that he had arranged all of this.
After all, with regards to this fact, Ning Xi would be the only one who would not believe this.
"Darling?" When she saw the man still not speaking, Ning Xi looked at him doubtfully.
At this moment, the air around the man had already frozen into ice, yet his body seemed as if it had been injected with surging and boiling volcanic lava, almost combusting him to nothing.
Ning Xi noticed Lu Tingxiao was being odd. Her expression started to turn solemn. "What? Did something happen?"
The Japanese roses above their heads wilted one by one in the night breeze. Some time passed when...
The man finally spoke, "Xiao Xi, I didn't arrange it. Dr. Zhao's words are true."
