Ning Zijun, standing behind the tree, widened his eyes in shock, followed by a surge of anger.
He thought to himself, "This woman is truly venomous. She deceived my brother from the very beginning. How hateful."
So he stayed behind the tree, unwilling to step forward.
Wei Liling exhaled deeply, "Hai Lan, I know what happened back then hurt you, but it's too late to say anything now. All I can do is offer financial compensation."
Wang Hailan's headache grew worse, "If you can't give me what I want, then don't come bothering me anymore—unless your goal is to drive me to my death. And don't bring up our past anymore.
You're married now, and I've also remarried. Talking about those things won't benefit anyone. You've already ruined my life, so don't make it impossible for me to go on.
As for the child, don't mention it again either, because shortly after you left, the child was miscarried."
Wei Liling's eyes showed signs of anger, "Why?"
