The Child Was Ours
Editor: Larbre Studio
"Bang..."
Mo Yixuan's cell phone dropped directly onto the field.
His face paling instantly, he stood motionless on the field ridge as if he had been pinned there, a dense layer of cold sweat coming out of his backbone.
His whole person looked as if had been stricken by a thunderbolt.
It was absolutely a bolt out of the sky.
At the other side of the phone, Wu Xiaomin was still unclear about the situation. She asked anxiously.
"Hello... Are you still there, sir? Hello... "
From the phone was only dead silence.
After waiting for a while, Wu Xiaomin, who had been could do nothing but hang up the phone.
At this time, the whole Mo family had been stirred into a utter mess.
Several people at the door kept talking about something.