Her words, in the opinion of Mrs. Ye, were insincere.
"I'm just reminding you, don't harbor any wishful thinking. Xiaotian will never marry you. Mo Li, I advise you to give up the child in your stomach."
"Mrs. Ye doesn't have to worry about this." Mo Li got up to leave. To Mrs. Ye, she really had nothing to say.
Mrs. Ye sprung up. "I haven't finished speaking."
"But I don't wish to continue listening to you speak. The child is now more than four months old, it has already developed its hearing. If it hears its grandmother saying such malicious things, I'm sure it would have no good impression of you. It might even doubt if this is its grandmother. Even if you don't admit it, when this child is born, it will be a descendant of the Ye family. Your grandson or granddaughter."
