"Yes, because I know this is the result you most want," Kong Minjuan said with great confidence.
"Mrs. Kong, why don't you go see a doctor? If there's something wrong with your brain, don't give up on treatment!" Chai Xiyang practically growled the last sentence through clenched teeth!
Qiao Ning's eyelids twitched suddenly.
She stepped forward anxiously and said, "What's she saying? Give me the phone, let me talk to her..."
Chai Xiyang held her hand and did not give her the phone.
On the other end, Kong Minjuan scoffed with resentment, "Chai Xiyang, you and I both know how much you hate me. What I'm saying is also true, with how much you despise my daughter, how could you ever genuinely treat her well! Let Qiao Ning be by your side, give her the phone, I want her to know..."
Chai Xiyang hung up the phone directly, without any courtesy!
The frost emanating from his tense features was enough to see how foul his mood had become.
He held Qiao Ning's hand, his grip very strong.
