Second-hand Women Aren't Valuable (3)

"Well, what do you think I should look like?"

"I…"

Huo Siqian couldn't name it but he felt Huo Mian didn't look as gentle as before; she was aggressive today.

"Now that I'm done talking, you can decide if you want to live or die. As I told you, if you want to die, no one can stop you. But… don't drag me into it."

Huo Mian stood up and turned to leave.

"Mian…"

Hearing his call, Huo Mian paused her steps.

He could see her profile from this angle.

As low-profiled as usual, she wore a simple white shirt with two pearls decorating the collars and the cuffs were in the shape of lotus leaves.

Under the shirt was a pair of pale-colored jeans with a few simple colorful patterns.

She was always dressed simply but was always easy on the eyes.

Huo Mian's white shirt couldn't conceal the bulge in her belly which held the baby she had with Qin Chu.