Muxilin took out a pack of cigarettes from his suit pocket, took out one and bit it between his lips, handed the cigarette box to Li Jingchen, "one?"

"you didn't know my wife was pregnant, didn't you know there were children in my family?" The man's tone was cold.

"I know. I'll take one. Don't mind." Muxilin said as he got up to open the window for ventilation. When he came back, the smoke between his lips had been lit.

"Jingchen, I love children as much as you do," said muxilin, sitting on the sofa with eyes lowered and smoking a little decadent. "I dream of marrying her. Like you...