Zhu Biao was stunned.
Instinctively, he retorted, "How did an outsider get into your birthing room?"
Jiang Yingying's voice became softer, with a trace of a wizened, knowing smile, "So, you disagree?"
Zhu Biao looked at Ouyang Chengze with displeasure.
A little brat, relying on his harmless-looking baby face, hanging around Jiang Yingying all day—what kind of intentions does he have, does he think others don't know?
He hesitated, "He is not a doctor, what solution could he possibly have?"
Jiang Yingying sighed: indeed!
In a dream, they became husband and wife, but their love was not enough. Although Zhu Biao respected her as his first wife, it was just respect.
Her wholehearted affection was gradually worn away.
And at this moment, he said he genuinely liked her, willing to marry her as his wife.
But in his heart, a man's dignity was still more important than his own life.
