Jiayi's clenched fists gradually relaxed as she swallowed her rage, glaring intently at him.
His eyes narrowed slightly as he glanced at the sofa in the hotel lobby and then at the wobbly little woman: "Go over there and sit down."
Left with no other choice, Jiayi glared at him, swayed over to take a seat, and watched as he came over to sit on the opposite sofa. Biting her lip, she said, "Just get to the point, what do you want? Other than the unreasonable demands like remarrying you, moving back to Disheng, and getting custody of Zaizai, I will try to accommodate you."
Smartening up, she knew he would not do anything without a purpose.
There was a hint of satisfaction in his deep eyes: "Is it that time of the month for you? Why the impatience?"
Raising his hand, he gave a nod to the hotel servant: "English breakfast tea, hot, with honey and cinnamon."
