He held An Ruo in his arms, his sharp eyes seeming ready to devour someone.
The opponents' subordinates were about to draw their guns immediately when Ah Biao shouted coldly, stopping their actions.
"Nobody move!"
"Brother Biao..."
"Don't forget the boss's orders." With a fierce look, Ah Biao silenced those who were dissatisfied.
Tang Yuchen's face was grim, and Ah Biao thought it best not to linger. If they stayed too long, Tang Yuchen might do something unpredictable.
"Since the blood has already been drawn, I will take the child and leave first." He signaled to his subordinates with a glance, leaving two behind to wait for the results and the others to escort him out.
Kangkang suddenly cried even louder, reaching out for An Ruo, his whole little face flushed with tears.
An Ruo couldn't bear to watch anymore, abruptly turning to bury her face in the man's chest.
Even if the child wasn't hers, she had fallen in love with him, and couldn't let go of him anymore...
