"You want me, Xuxu, to spare her?" On the stairs, in the shadows, Zhan Yang's cold and emotionless voice sounded.
"Duan xiuhui, do you know what you're saying? This evil creature disobeyed my orders on the surface but disobeyed my orders on the inside. I won't allow her to make her own decisions, but none of this is important to you. What you should be concerned about is not the baby she sent away, but the heart in Yingluo's hand that she brought back. It's your son."
The heart belonged to none other than Duan xiuhui's biological son, Zhan mo.
Zhan Yang pointed out this meaning to remind Duan xiuhui not to forget that she was not only pleading for Zhan Jia 'er's act of sending little chongchong away, but also to exchange Zhan Mo's heart for Zhan Jia' er.
Zhan Yang's tone was cold and gloomy, and he did not hide his coldness.
Clearly, he had been angered by Zhan Jia 'er's foolish and bold actions.
