The feeling of being scrutinized and gossiped about made her very uncomfortable.
Fu Lingfeng's cold lips curled up on one side with a mocking sneer, "Don't fucking talk to me about anything else, Gu Nanqiao, I'm asking you, are you or are you not carrying his child?"
Gu Nanqiao finally couldn't bear it any longer.
She lifted her eyelids to look at him, her gaze cold but resolute.
Fu Lingfeng only saw her nod, then she gave him a one-word answer, "Yes."
"..."
"We're together, I'm carrying his child, isn't that perfectly normal?" she coldly laughed again, "What are you so shocked about?"
This admission finally drained the last bit of his restraint.
Gu Nanqiao's wrist, gripped by him, hurt terribly. She shook it hard a few times, struggling to break free, and finally, almost with all her strength, she shouted, "Let go!"
"Slap——"
A crisp sound echoed, reaching every corner of the corridor.
Fu Lingfeng was spaced out, barely seeing how his hand had struck across.
