Jiang Zhi: "I am infertile."
Luo Qinghe chuckled lightly, "That excuse really lacks sincerity."
Since that's the case, further discussion is pointless.
She took out her phone and dialed a number: "Captain Cheng, I'm here—"
Before she could finish, the phone in her hand was snatched by Jiang Zhi, who casually tossed it into a wine glass: "And then?"
And then...
She turned around and gave him a radiant smile: "Have a boy to continue the Luo Family lineage."
Fusheng Inn, Mei Garden, Room number four.
Xue Baoyi was frowning, his sleeve still being held by someone.
Bai Li's eyes were red, tears hanging without falling, her crying face genuinely evoking pity: "Mr., just give me one more chance, I will do anything you ask."
Second Young Master Xue was usually tender-hearted, but at this moment, he grew impatient: "Enough with the dragging, let go of my hand."
Her hand loosened, resting at her waist, she pulled down the zipper of her dress.
