An Accident Happened Overnight, and Three Years Later I Bumped into Him with the Ball

In an accident three years ago, I became pregnant with the cold-faced CEO's baby. Three years later, he came to the door. I took out the DNA report and sneered: "The child is mine, please get out!" But he blocked the door, his eyes determined to win: "The child belongs to me, don't even think about running away." I ran away with the ball.