Yan Ting's face darkened again. He pinched her cheek as a form of punishment and said, "Even if you do want to have a child, it can only be my child!"
"I'm not sure if I got pregnant with your child that night. But when you left, you told me to go to the civil affairs bureau to get a marriage certificate with you. Honestly, I was so baffled. I hadn't even divorced Huo Qinglin yet; how could you tell me to go register for marriage?" Lin Banxia, recalling her past self who wallowed in misery, couldn't help but find it absurd now.
Yan Ting's thin lips finally curved into a wicked smile. "Did I really say that?"
"Yes! So, tell me now: if you really wanted me to marry you back then but I wasn't divorced from Huo Qinglin yet, what would you have done?" Lin Banxia still wanted to know the answer. After all, asking Yan Ting himself was the most straightforward way, wasn't it?
