The more Han Zhifan heard, the angrier he got. Eventually, when she stopped, he couldn't help but cry out, "Are you done? If you're done, get out!"
Cheng Weiwan's fingers tightly clutched her sleeves against her will. Deep down, she repeatedly told herself that he wasn't listening. She continued to finish where she left off. "And I know you'll get married eventually. If it's possible, I hope you can postpone marrying for Hanhan. Wait until he's a little older and can take care of himself before you get married..."
She was afraid that if he married too soon, the child would be mistreated.
"...I know it's an unreasonable request. I beg you..."
