Song Yi sat on the sofa, his face showing hurt. After hesitating for a while, he stood up and spoke indifferently to Jiang Chengnian, "Uncle, it is getting late. I've said what I wanted to say, and there is no need to bother you further. I just wanted to express my point. If Jiang Wei doesn't want to marry me, I will not force her. If she decides to keep the child, I will provide sufficient child support in the future. If she doesn't want to, then she may as well get an abortion."
His voice trembled slightly, filled with deep helplessness. So this was how he appeared in Jiang Wei's eyes. Since she was so unwilling, it would be better to call off the marriage.
"Song Yi, don't listen to her nonsense. She's been under a lot of stress lately and says things without thinking. They're just words said in anger. Since she is already carrying your child, how can you not get married?"
