Zhang Zetao seized Song Yanqing's wrist and sternly asked, "Why did this happen?"
"Why? How should I know why? It's just a bastard child, no big deal if it's gone. Why ask why?" Song Yanqing looked at the man disdainfully, thinking how he obsessively wants a son all day long, even to the point of abandoning moral principles.
She had even reflected on their divorce, yet that deep affection was like feeding it to a dog.
Finishing her words, Song Yanqing flung off Zhang Zetao's wrist and walked out of the room with her head held high.
Tang Jinmei was stunned and only after quite a while did she start crying. Without saying anything, she sobbed quietly. As his new wife, and with Zhang Zetao being nearly ten years older than her, how could she not feel heartache?
"If you want to report it, just go ahead!" Zhang Zetao conceded.
He indeed could not force Tang Jinmei because the child in her belly was not his alone.
