Her voice was only loud enough for An Xiaxia to hear. Gripping the lower hem of her dress, An Xiaxia said, "I told you. I don't believe you."
"Really?" Lan Yu smiled. "I hope you're not… lying to yourself."
An Xiaxia was utterly upset.
For the past few days, he had indeed seemed to be keeping any news of the babies from her. Even the so-called business trip was just another excuse.
Could it be that… his love and this marriage were nothing more than a lie?
Was he going to… take the babies away from her?
Seeing the anxious look on An Xiaxia's face, Lan Yu's smile broadened.
All women could be paranoid.
Once the seed of distrust was planted, it would draw on various conflicts, break through the surface, sprout, and eventually grow into a towering tree that would crush the relationship.
Shortly after Meng Xingzhou settled An Xiaxia in the hotel, Sheng Yize arrived in a hurry.