The man's unhappiness was written all over his handsome face, leaving Lin Banxia flustered.
Yan Ting straightened his posture, walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, and gazed outside with a slightly downcast expression. "You're asking me these questions — what do you want? To leave me and the child?"
Lin Banxia froze, staring at the tall, upright figure of the man. She hadn't expected him to guess her intention to leave.
It was as if Yan Ting's anger had been instantly provoked by her words. He turned his head, locking his gaze onto her. "Banxia, all this time, I've felt like you've been hiding something from me. Isn't it time for you to be honest with me?"
Lin Banxia's entire body stiffened, her beautiful eyes staring blankly at him.
"Yan Ting…"
