He exerted such strong force that Shen Manting immediately stumbled.
She plummeted toward the direction of the sofa and nearly fell.
She tried hard to regain balance to avoid plunging toward the ground.
Shen Luo'an was furious. A thick vein was visible through his temples and his jaw tensed as he seethed with anger.
He glared at Shen Manting, enraged.
He gripped the back of her neck and pressed her down, forcing her to look at the crying infant lying on the sofa.
"Look your son in the face and tell him he's a bastard!"
His voice was thunderous and full of fury.
Shen Manting felt the pressure on her neck while staring at her son, whose face was turning scarlet from wailing himself hoarse. She desperately tried to push back.
But she struggled in vain against Shen Luo'an's overwhelming strength.
Tears rolled down her cheeks. "Let go of me!"
Shen Manting reached backward but grasped nothing.
