A visible bloodstain appeared immediately on An Xiangrong's neck. Seeing this, Liu Xi was full of worry. From An Xiangrong's complexion, Liu Xi could clearly sense that her current situation wasn't good.
Thinking about An Xiangrong being pregnant, Liu Xi couldn't help but look at An Ling and speak up, "Miss An, if you have any requests, or if there is anything you want to do, you can talk directly to Young Master Gu. Xiangrong is pregnant and, you should first..."
"Shut up!"
With gloomy eyes, An Ling looked at Liu Xi and interrupted her, "You have no place to speak here." Then, An Ling looked at Gu Mingyu. In the moment their eyes met, she could clearly see disgust and murderous intent in the man's eyes, but no warmth.
"Ah Yu, do you know, I once fantasized about having your baby."
"As you said, it's just a fantasy, and since it's a fantasy, it can't happen."