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"If you don't like him, just say so—we don't need your pity!"
Rong Shaoze's eyes darkened, his thin lips pressed tightly together, his body stiff, as if struggling to restrain something.
Lin Xinlan averted her gaze, her heart aching deeply.
Does he really despise the child? Does he truly dislike him?
"Xiaocong, let's go, Mommy will take you away from here." She picked up the clothes and started to dress the child, her tone very determined.
Someone suddenly yanked the clothes out of her hands, and a man's strong arms wrapped around her tightly from behind.
"Lin Xinlan, you aren't going anywhere! Thinking of taking the child away from me? No way!"
She struggled fiercely, her tone equally hostile, "Who do you think you are! The child is mine; I can take him wherever I want. What business is it of yours?!"
Rong Shaoze's face turned ashen with rage, "Without me, could you have had a child? If you want to take him away, you need to ask if I agree!"
