Before I could react, the youngest one in the middle was already running up to me with short legs, raised his face, and asked in a sweet voice:
"Mom, is this scumbag our father? If not, can I kill him?"
The whole place was dead silent.
Gu Tingshen's smile froze on his face, and he tightened his grip on my hand.
I stared at the little face in front of me that looked exactly like mine, and my mind exploded with a buzz.
When did I give birth?
Three more?
The host's microphone fell to the ground, making a harsh buzzing sound. Gu Tingshen's "I do" became the last echo in the background, cut into pieces by the appearance of the three children.
"Qingqing, do you know them?"
Gu Tingshen's voice was very low, with suppressed anger.
I opened my mouth to say that I didn't recognize him, but the cold-faced kid on the far left had already stepped forward and raised his chubby little finger to point to the champagne towers decorated on both sides of the banquet hall.
He twitched his fingers lightly.
Something whizzed past in the air, and the champagne tower was instantly cut in half. The glass and liquid crashed to the ground, exploding into a turbid splash on the red carpet.
