C509 His Stomach Hurts

Chen Yinyin curled up in a corner, looking like a little bunny that was about to be eaten.

Feng Zhuo found it funny, but his chest was burning with anger again.

What did this woman mean? It was fine that she hid it from him for so long. He had already asked, but she still dared to not acknowledge his child!

"Er. . . What. .