Gu Xiaorou glared with tiger's eyes, "The child in Sister Miao's belly is yours, isn't it? Humph! Yang Gang, what an Oscar-worthy actor. I once truly believed you were magnanimous enough to raise someone else's child. Now it seems I was too naive. Men are small-minded creatures, how could they have such broad generosity!"
"The child in Sister Miao's belly is mine?" Yang Gang broke into a sweat. "Isn't that a bit far-fetched? To have a child, one would first need to have sex, right? Sister Miao and I have never..."
Eh?
Yang Gang remembered something, and the corners of his mouth twitched.
"Oh crap, the woman with the hangover wasn't Sister Miao, was it?!"
In an instant, Yang Gang's scalp tingled.
To be honest, in Yang Gang's heart, Zhang Miao was like a fairy from heaven, an object of yearning. Although in his younger days, he once boasted brazenly that he would marry Sister Miao, it was just talk.