"Yaoyao… You can have Yaoyao."
"..."
"..."
Dead silence.
Qian Yaoyao looked like she'd just witnessed her own funeral, jaw dropped, eyes wide, caught somewhere between wanting to faint and running for the door. Xin Meifang, on the other hand, was watching Wang Xiao like a cat that just tossed a dead mouse at his feet, waiting for praise.
Wang Xiao didn't even blink. "Nope."
"Eh?" Xin Meifang's face froze, her hopeful smile faltering.
Even Yaoyao, who was this close to having a panic attack, almost sighed with relief, until Wang Xiao shrugged and dropped the real bomb:
"What, you think I'm running some kind of charity daycare? You toss me your kid and I'm supposed to what, raise her, feed her, wipe her nose, and call it a day? Do I look like the Mother Teresa of dysfunctional families to you?"
Qian Yaoyao, cheeks flaming, managed a stutter: "M-Mom… what are you...?"
