Lou Ming's face turned pale instantly, shock flashed in his deep eyes, and his thin lips coldly said, "What did you say?"
Ouyang Xiaojun smiled lightly, "Didn't you ask me about the child? What I'm telling you, of course, is about the child. Although I haven't miscarried him yet, and he is still small, he should already understand that he is not expected by his parents. So before his parents decided his fate, he chose to leave..."
These words were like a thunderbolt, exploding in Lou Ming's mind, and he was stunned.
Lou Ming remained silent.
Suppressing the surging memories and heartache, he turned and sat down on the sofa.
On the surface, he looked calm, but his hand was clenched into a fist, his joints slightly pale and creaking.
It seemed that only in this way could he dispel some of the intense waves and shock in his heart.
He had never thought that Ouyang Xiaojun once had his child. He was overwhelmed by this fact.
He couldn't believe it.
