"Oh, anyway, I'm not short of money, and my daddy likes it, so I'll just give birth and raise it." Jiayin looked up at him and replied.
"But you don't even know who the father of the child is." Ye Wuge suppressed his anger and gritted his teeth.
Jiayin nodded, "I don't know, and it doesn't matter. It's enough that I'm the child's mother."
After saying this, she glanced at Ye Wuge, "Uncle Ye, do you have anything else to say to me? If not, I need to go back, otherwise my dad will think I've run away again."
"Don't call me Uncle Ye." Ye Wuge looked at her with reddened eyes.
He was almost about to explode because of Jiayin's indifferent attitude from start to finish.
Such a big issue, and yet she doesn't take it seriously at all, as if spending a night with a man whose identity she doesn't know and having a baby had nothing to do with her.
