Qin Han immediately stopped talking, slumped into a chair, and sulked with his head tilted.
"Go ahead, I'm listening. Even if you spin a nice tale, I'll never reconcile with him."
Zhang Guilan's tone also softened, "Who said you need to love him? I still remember him reporting us back then."
"Then why are you still..."
He cut himself off mid-sentence, caught Zhang Guilan's eye, and let the rest go.
Zhang Guilan poured him a glass of water, then continued slowly.
"Today, Aunt came by again and mentioned that Ma Suyun kept talking about strawberries, unaware that they caused the problem with her unborn child."
"How could your aunt be so unaware," grumbled Mrs. Qin nearby.
