"Is it that I'm desperate, or are you just not concerned? Ye Sihan, don't you worry that something might happen to them?" Tang Yu was on the verge of insanity, grabbing his collar uncontrollably. "How can you be so calm!"
"Because being anxious is pointless. Besides, if something really did happen to them, I can still have more children with other women." Ye Sihan's eyes were devoid of any compassion, "There are plenty of women who want to bear my children."
Struck by his words as if dealt a heavy blow, Tang Yu's grip on his collar weakened, gradually letting go, and she started to step back, with only tears falling from her eyes as she looked at him.
Her trembling lips couldn't form any words.
Ye Sihan watched her dark eyes turn slightly red, his chest suddenly tight, as if it was tearing open.
The hand resting on the arm of the sofa clenched into a fist, hard, trying to suppress that piercing pain.
