Zhang Yaxuan looked at Jian Xi with honest simplicity. "Honey, he said you haven't given me proper recognition. I'm already the father of our child, so why do you still have these unwanted admirers hanging around?"
Jian Xi felt a bead of sweat. She didn't even need to think to know it must have been her parents who saw the news and called Zhang Yaxuan over. It was bad enough that he came, but to say such things! Artists and their words—they always have to say something shocking!
"Director Si, perhaps..."
Si Yuhuan authoritatively pulled Jian Xi to his side and warned menacingly, "Zhang Yaxuan, you're not fit to be her husband, much less the child's father! From the moment she gave birth until now, what have you done? What help have you offered? You haven't even shown basic concern. Do you even call yourself a man?"
Zhang Yaxuan was rendered speechless by the accusation.
Jian Xi took a deep breath. She was determined to leave, and she couldn't afford to show any hesitation.
