After the door opened, Zhou Zhe stood outside. He lowered his head: "Qiaoqian, before I admitted that the child was yours because I was afraid you would be looked down upon by others. But now, I can't keep this a secret anymore, and I had to tell my uncle and aunt the truth.","What" It was a June day, but Qiao Qian felt as if she were in the snow. "It's not yours",In the blur, large drops fell onto his face. He instinctively wanted to go to his stomach, but the power coming from his belly was slowly fading away.。