Jiang Baobao spoke haltingly, biting her teeth as she dropped this sentence and turned away without looking back, struggling to suppress the tears that had long since gathered in her eyes.
She was too naïve.
Naïve enough to believe that two people could calmly discuss the matter of the child.
Naïve enough to hope that he would be lenient for the sake of the life-saving grace she had granted him all those years ago.
She had been wrong about everything.
Li Beijue was simply a man, a brute who only knew how to use extreme measures and seize what he wanted by force!
In the living room——
Li Beijue stood still, motionless for a long time.
His gaze was deep and fixed on the window, as he replayed Jiang Baobao's last words in his mind.
Love?
His love would only be given to the girl who had once saved him, the gentlest and most innocent girl in this world.
A woman like Jiang Baobao, who calculated every move with cunning, did not deserve his love!
