The baby in Mrs. Chen's arms was only ten days old, and since its birth, it had never tasted a drop of its mother's milk.
Chen Jingzi didn't even hold the child once or look at it directly, she did not even know what her child looked like. She just glanced at it roughly.
If anyone were to switch her child with another one, she probably wouldn't even notice.
The moment Chen Jingzi took the bottle and flung it onto the ground, the baby began to wail.
"Why are you crying?" Chen Jingzi scolded, "Your dad doesn't love you anymore. You have the nerve to cry, you are really unlucky."
"Azi," while soothing the baby, Mrs. Chen scolded her daughter, "How could you take your anger out on the baby."
"I'm fed up whenever I see him." Chen Jingzi closed her eyes, crying and feeling resentful about Ye Jiajia's pregnancy.
The baby's cries were becoming extremely annoying to her, her furrowed brows like small mountains.
