Song Yan was rendered speechless by his drama. What did he mean by fickle? Who exactly was the fickle one? This man… he really was too much! Not only did he want to take advantage of the situation, but he was also shameless about it!
" What are you talking about? How the hell I am fickle?' Have you forgotten who was the one who left the house for eight years?" retorted Song Yan feeling as if her head was going to burst. She sucked in a breath when she noticed the crowd around the ward and calmed himself down, no matter what one shouldn't dry their family's dirty laundry in public. " Fine, I will help you all right, just stop crying!"
