Jiang Yun arrived very quickly, determined that Wu Tong had come only to take the child.
He took Wu Tong to his villa, not the Jiang's Villa, where there were only servants besides them.
Looking at the exquisite decor of the place, Wu Tong scoffed coldly, "Such a fresh place, isn't it just for keeping your love hidden?"
It had been two years, and she had never heard of this place, which showed how well he had concealed it.
Jiang Yun couldn't listen to her mocking and jeering now, his mind was full of the phone call she had just made.
"About the pregnancy, did you lie to me or is it true?"
Wu Tong paused for a second, then laughed, her voice cold and lonely, "You can consider it fake, since I am going to schedule an abortion tomorrow. I won't give birth."
"You will give birth."
Jiang Yun was very assertive, his dark eyes intimidating with a frosty cold light.
