Xia Tangtang...
She is the "Tangtang" Mo Shiqian often referred to.
As Chi Huan watched them, her mind became a blur, and her breathing turned unsteady; she quickly averted her gaze.
Tang Yuezhe was half leaning against the chair behind him, standing in a relaxed manner that appeared informal, his eyes slightly squinting, a persistent smile on his lips, his voice carrying a profound implication, yet masked by his cheerfulness, "Miss Xia looks quite young, not at all like a woman who has birthed a child."
Has birthed... a child?
Chi Huan's mind was originally cluttered, but her face gave away little, as she simply looked down, holding her wine glass.
This casually spoken remark exploded in the tranquility like a sudden, ferocious thunderclap, blasting away all her rationality.
A... child?
Chi Huan suddenly lifted her head, staring blankly at them, and abruptly asked, "You... have a child?"