C1822

Zhuang Qing glared at the man, her voice suddenly hoarse. "What did you say? Say it again!"

The man sighed once again. "Zhu Ci only asked me to act out a play. The child in her belly all those years ago wasn't mine, but yours!"

Zhuang Qing's body slightly swayed.

His throat seemed to be strangled as he muttered in a low voice