I Only Love You In The Whole Wide World

The bag in your hand suddenly fell to the ground.

No, impossible...

How could Yan Chengchi know that Han Han is his son and even took him away...

Xia Changyue recovered, quickly picked up the bag and turned out the phone, his hands trembling almost unable to hold the phone.

I opened the address book and stared at Yan Chengchi's name. After a while, he mustered up the courage and dialed the phone.

"Beep—beep—"

It got through, but no one answered.

Just when Xia Changyue was desperate, the phone was finally answered.

"Hello?" The man's deep, magnetic voice revealed the same indifference as before.

"..." Hearing his voice suddenly, Xia Changyue's throat seemed to be pinched suddenly, unable to say a word for a while.

How can she ask?

Ask him if he already knows that Han Han is his son?

Ask him why he took Han Han away?

Still ask him if he can return Hanhan to him?

Thousands of thoughts flashed in Xia Changyue's mind, but in the end, he managed to endure his panic, "Yan Chengchi, is Han Han with you?"

She must not mess, she must not mess.

Han Han often sneaked out of the kindergarten by himself, maybe the teacher made a mistake.

The person who picked him up was not necessarily Yan Chengchi.

"Heh." The man on the other end of the phone smiled coldly, in a mocking tone, "Xia Changyue, would it be ridiculous if you asked your son to find me? What does he have to do with me?"

"..." Xia Changyue held the phone's hand and suddenly tightened.

Subconsciously blurted out, "Teacher said, Han Han was caught by his dad..."

Halfway through the conversation, she reacted violently, holding back her life.

"Why don't you continue to speak, dare not to say?" Yan Chengchi's voice suddenly sank, and every word was full of anger, "Do you need me to speak for you? Huh!"

"..." The blood on Xia Changyue's face faded little by little, and a bad premonition surged from his heart.

In the next second, I heard Yan Chengchi's cold voice, like a ghost of hell, word by word in her ears.

"Xia Changyue, I am waiting for you to explain to me whose son Han Han is!"

When the words fell, the phone was hung up.

Xia Changyue only felt a trace of cold air, which surged from the soles of her feet into her head.

The petite body seemed to be a sculpture, standing stiffly in place.

The hand holding the phone, the fingertips are white, as if to crush the phone with force.

There was only one thought left in his mind: he knew it all... he knew that Han Han was his son...

That terrifying dreamland suddenly appeared before Xia Changyue's eyes.

Her heart tightened suddenly, and when she turned her body, she rushed to the side of the road to stop the car.

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In the villa.

Yan Chengchi's tall and straight figure stood in front of the transparent French windows.

With a mobile phone in his hand, he looked forward coldly.

Outside the window, the branches swayed with the wind, the light and shadow were mottled, but in the living room of the villa, there was an indescribable depressive breath, as if the world was enveloped by the winter wind and snow.

After a word fell, he hung up the phone.

The stalwart body stood there quietly for a while before remembering something, turning around and looking at the sofa in the living room.

Han Han, who was sitting on the sofa obediently, could not see him at the moment...

Yan Chengchi's gaze fell on the empty sofa, he was stunned for a second, and he reacted immediately, his nerves stunned!

"Butler, notify the guard immediately and don't let anyone leave the villa!"