"Mom, I thought I was clear. Her child has nothing to do with me."
In the living room of the old house, the landline was put on speaker. Holding the phone, Qin Shuhua looked at Tang Mengying who was leaning against the sofa with one hand on her belly, pleading with her eyes. Qin Shuhua knew that Tang Mengying couldn't say anything and said to the phone, "But…"
Li Sicheng interrupted Qin Shuhua, "Is there anything else? If not, my wife and I are going to bed."
Hearing that, Tang Mengying sobbed, and her tears fell.
Hearing the noise, Li Sicheng said nothing, while Su Qianci stared her eyes wide and said, "Tang Mengying is there as well? Isn't she feeling uncomfortable? Shouldn't she rest at home?"
