Qi Yue met his indifferent gaze, feeling her heart pound fiercely.
"What's wrong with your stomach?" he asked patiently, a hint of complexity in his pupils.
"I... I'm pregnant," Qi Yue said, bracing herself.
Tang Yan heard this and suddenly let out a cold laugh.
"Really? Didn't you say you've never even dated? How could you be pregnant? Are you kidding?"
Qi Yue: "..."
"It's not like that... This matter, it's a long story... But I really didn't mean to deceive you, I really..."
"Enough." Tang Yan looked at her embarrassed and helpless expression, suddenly feeling a pang in his heart.
He didn't know what was wrong with him, but he turned his face away irritably.
"Since it's a long story, don't bother. I don't have time to listen to your story either."
Qi Yue: "..."
Tang Yan took out a cigarette from his clothes, opened the car door, and got out.
He lit the cigarette and leaned against the car door, back turned to her, puffing away.
