"Back then, my mother was pregnant with her second child and had to take care of Big Brother. You went to live at the office and left. My mother fell at home. Not only did the old woman not send her to the hospital, but she was also afraid of taking responsibility and sent her to my grandmother's house overnight. That child was killed by you and your son." Ji Zi'ang said coldly.
He had to tell Ji Jianguo about this sad past and make him feel bad, too.
Ji Yuanyuan came out and happened to hear these words.
She stepped forward and tugged at his sleeve. "Second Brother, what are you talking about? He won't feel bad. If Mom hears..."
"He's feeling uncomfortable. How can he not feel uncomfortable?" Ji Zi'ang smiled strangely.
Naturally, Ji Jianguo did not know about this.
When he first found out, he was naturally shocked.
But after a moment, the shock faded.
It had been so many years, and he was just a child that he had never met.
