"I know she kidnapped your child; you don't need to tell me what's already happened," Bo Yeyuan said as he did up his skirt zipper, a cold smirk curling at his lips.
"It's not ours; it's our..."
"Is it yours and Beitang Feng's? Do I need to spell it out more clearly?" Bo Yeyuan gripped her shoulders and shook her, "Li Qiyu, your worry has started to make you talk nonsense."
"The child is yours—" Li Qiyu was about to explain when urgent knocking interrupted her.
"Young Master, are you there?" Leike said hastily, "Something's happened."
Bo Yeyuan's spine stiffened, his gaze fixed deadly on Li Qiyu: "What did you just say?"
Had he misheard, or had she misspoken? He wasn't sure what he had heard.
Li Qiyu's heart panicked as if a hundred ducks were flapping in her chest, her brain feeling hot and hypoxic, she clenched her palm to speak again, but Leike's voice overpowered her, "It's about Mrs. Bo. Young Master!"
