Han Qingjue was truly stunned by these words; she even took a few steps back, losing her composure, before finally steadying herself. Her gaze intensely locked onto Xia Ji: "What did you say? Say it again! Whose child? What on earth is going on?! What do you really know?"
Xia Ji continued to smile, her smile piercingly glaring to Han Qingjue.
She instinctively told herself not to be fooled by her; this woman was capable of anything, yet her heart couldn't stop trembling. She was afraid, but she didn't know what she was afraid of…
What she had always been most confident in was that Yun Peng wouldn't fall in love with anyone else. Even if that person wasn't her yet, at least it wouldn't be someone else, so she was willing to wait. She thought as long as she kept waiting, she would have a chance.
She thought as long as she kept waiting, there would ultimately be a day she could mend the wounds in his heart and make him accept her.
But what nonsense was this woman spouting now?
