Yan Yinuo was startled by Xu Zijin's voice, and the child's outbreak of crying also jolted her awake.
Only then did she realize that in a moment of impulse, she almost accidentally dropped the child to his death...
Yan Yinuo's face suddenly turned a terrifying pale; it was accidental, not intentional.
After all, whether or not this was her child, she wouldn't be so cruel as to kill an infant.
Moreover, Xu Zijin's threatening words made her feel utterly ridiculous.
Ten? Is he dreaming?
Meeting Xu Zijin's anger-filled eyes, Yan Yinuo's unease was gradually wiped away.
In the end, the child was fine.
She smiled faintly, "No, this is your son, from today onward, he has nothing to do with me."
After speaking, Yan Yinuo turned and left.
Her back was straight, her steps not hesitating at all, heading towards the door.
Now that Little Douding had found his father, this was his and Xu Zijin's fate.
