Ning Xie looked at him and sneered, "Mine."
"Bang!"
A punch landed on his face.
Han Youli glared at him furiously, "I'll ask you again, who's the child?!"
Ning Xie wiped the corner of his mouth, then looked at Han Youli. You could see a faint red under his clothes, clearly because he was too agitated and pulled at his wound.
He spat blood onto the ground, then wiped his mouth again and spoke, "Mine."
Han Youli swung his fist, ready to charge again.
But once he grabbed him, he couldn't bring himself to throw the punch.
He looked at Ning Xie's face.
After a moment, he pushed him back and said, "You... you pity me, that's why you're doing this?"
Ning Xie shook his head, "I'm just doing this for her."
"For her sake, my ass! Do you know she loves you now!"
Ning Xie was taken aback, then laughed self-deprecatingly, "How is that possible..."
