“The child isn’t yours.”
On the day they divorced, Wen Yu drove one sentence straight into the heart of the proud and noble Shen Sihan, crushing him into the dirt.
She vanished with the child, leaving no trace, as if she had never loved him.
Later, everyone knew that the cold-hearted Mr. Shen would knock on her door every night like a madman.
Casting aside all his pride, he pleaded with red-rimmed eyes, “Xiaoyu, please look at me. The child... can’t grow up without a father.”
Wen Yu smiled and shut the door in his face. “Mr. Shen, have you forgotten...”
“That child has absolutely nothing to do with either you or me.”
