Qin Jiaran's tone was broken and trembling, "I, I don't understand what Mr. Huo means..."
"Miss Qin is a smart person, there is no need to play dumb in front of me," Huo Jingting leaned back, unwilling to beat around the bush, "Who else could the father of your child be, if not Fu Lingfeng?"
"Mr. Huo..." Qin Jiaran clenched her hands around the cup, her mood descending into complete turmoil.
"I'm not close with Fu Lingfeng, so you don't have to worry about anything," Huo Jingting's gaze was gentle, his tone not severe.
Qin Jiaran became increasingly flustered.
He wasn't trying to pressure her, just stating the facts to her one by one, "I heard you've been with him for three years. Three years, not long but also not short. You've been nameless and unacknowledged all this time, and now you're carrying his child. Do you still want to continue living this way?"