"If I had known this woman was such trouble, I should never have contacted her in the first place."
Xia Wenjin thought about this and felt a surge of anger building inside her.
Hao Jiayi seemed completely unaware of his expression as she slightly curved the corners of her mouth, "There surely must be more than one way to inherit the Xiao Family's fortune, right?"
Xia Wenjin momentarily paused, his gaze inexplicably moving up and down as he scrutinized Hao Jiayi, "What are you trying to imply?"
"My intention is simple," Hao Jiayi slowly began, her eyes fixated on Xia Wenjin. "If I were to have Xiao Mo's child, then after Xiao Mo's death, my child could inherit his legacy."
He wasn't sure whether Xiao Mo's wife was dead or alive.
But she needed to secure that assurance.
