Yue Tingfeng asked, "Without the child, that woman you hate won't demand for marriage. Isn't that better for us? If she actually came into our family, your life would be quite difficult."
Mrs. Yue huffed angrily. "Whether my life will be difficult or not is my problem. Don't try to change the topic. You're already in your thirties. Do you think getting a baby is as easy as that? You killed your own child, you better be wary… You… You…"
Yue Tingfeng rubbed his forehead. Mrs. Yue's ranting was giving him a headache.
Yan Qingsi really was a monster. Yue Tingfeng got up and said, "Ma, I have some business. I'll take my leave."
Mrs. Yue yelled from behind, "Yue Tingfeng! Don't think you can weasel out of this!"
Yue Tingfeng took two steps and said to his mother, "Ma, learn to be less gullible."
Mrs. Yue…
"Who are you calling gullible? Stop right there!"
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