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",Joe retreated step by step, such a fact was unable to accept.。