"That woman isn't my mother! I'm not sick!"
The little child looked at Ji Ziming stubbornly, feeling very wronged inside.
In his heart, Pei Ge was not his mother at all; she was merely a detestable stranger to him.
"Ji Chi, let me tell you: That woman is your mother and my 'wife'! I won't let you say that she isn't in front of her again!"
He swept the child a cold gaze. In his eyes, although this child of his was important, he was not as important as the woman.
"I don't wanna hear you saying that again!"
The icy-cold voice had the child feeling afraid and angry. He stubbornly glared back at his father as tears swam in his eyes.
"Daddy, you're a bad father! I don't like you anymore; I only want my mommy!"
"…"
Seeing how his son refused to change his ways, the man was even more certain of his guess.
"I don't wanna be your son anymore!"
With that, the boy moved to jump off the bed.
"Baby, be careful!"
