At this moment, Zeng Can came out of the bathroom. Despite being a painter, he had a strong and tall physique full of masculine aura. He had a towel wrapped around his waist and was still wet from the shower. His eyes were full of aggression as he looked at Song Juyao, who had a fruit knife in her hand.
He smiled and walked over. "What? Want to kill me? Can you bear it? Do you want your baby to be born without a father?"
It was precisely because Song Juyao was pregnant at this moment that she could leave the room to get the knife. Song Juyao's hands trembled, her face pale. Even with a knife in her hand, she appeared utterly non-threatening.