"The child was born after her divorce, and was looked after by her all this time. How could she be willing to give the child to you?" Yang Mingyu said emphatically. At the very beginning, he did not tell Yixuan the existence of this child. The reason was that he felt that once the Mo family knew, they would get the child back by all means. As expected, such scene really happened now.
Mo Yixuan leaned against the sofa, his eyes full of pain unable to disperse. He bit his lips impatiently, without noticing that the cigarette almost burned his fingers.
"That's my child, my wife." After a while, he said so, as if muttering to himself, and then, his eyes were suddenly opened wide.
Yang Mingyu sighed beyond words. Anyway, Yixuan couldn't listen to what he said every time. Now, he didn't want to say anything.
He opened the contract in his hands, turned it over and then dropped it all on Mo Yixuan's desk.
