Ch8: First day at work

I froze in my seat once again. I thought that we had been done with that topic. Why was he asking about Little Lion again?

“What? Aren't you going to say anything?“ Xin asked, his voice turning a little colder.

I shook my head, feeling a little mad. “Who do you think you are to ask such questions? Little Lion just turned four last month. He was born on the twentieth of December,” I said.

Xin was silent for a while. Then he sighed. “Did you sleep with another man after you left? Who is he?“ He asked. And I was taken aback. Why the hell was he asking those kinds of questions?

I scoffed and looked at him in the eye. “President Xin, I would rather keep my personal life private. What does Little Lion's dad have to do with you?“

“I want to be his dad!“ Xin said it out of the blue, and I was startled.

I creased my brows and looked at him to make sure that I had heard him right. “You…”

Xin slowly parked the car at the side of the road and turned to look at me. “Can I? Please?“ He asked.

I was