Shen Ruojing subconsciously looked at Chu Cichen.
Seemingly aware of the panic in her eyes, Chu Cichen was also a little flustered for a moment. He then lowered his voice and asked, "What's wrong?"
In all the years he had known Shen Ruojing, he had never seen such panic and helplessness in her eyes.
This woman, who was always calm and composed, finally revealed a sense of helplessness.
Shen Ruojing turned on the speakerphone directly, her fingers trembling. "Song Chen, what do you want?"
"I don't want anything. I just thought that since you don't want to go with me, I'll take Xiaomeng away. At least, genetically speaking, she's also my daughter." Song Chen's voice was low, with a hint of eerie laughter.
Shen Ruojing immediately retorted, "Song Chen, Xiaomeng is just a child!"
