Her hand was raised high, ready to strike, but Pei Yibai smoothly caught it.
Clutched in his palm, a warmth that didn't belong to her was transmitted from his hand.
A tingling sensation spread through her palm.
Song Weiyi bit her lip, still unable to calm her anger.
"Wife, how is this harming you? Don't you also like children?"
Upon hearing his almost murmuring voice, Song Weiyi angrily stomped on the top of his foot.
Times had changed, and right now, she didn't want to bring up anything about children at all.
"Pei Yibai, you're so hateful, so scheming," Song Weiyi glared at him, freely venting her dissatisfaction.
"You forced me to do it," Pei Yibai said with a stern face, his tone cold.
Song Weiyi ignored his expression and paced anxiously around the room.
No, no, no, she couldn't be pregnant.
"If you're pregnant, don't even think about getting a divorce," Pei Yibai warned coldly.
