"Say whatever you want, as long as you're willing to get rid of this child, then that's fine. If you behave, I'm willing to compensate you as we previously agreed. Otherwise, you won't want to know the lengths I'd go to." Xiao Yihe raised his hand to pinch the bridge of his nose, speaking with extreme coldness.
"Alright, alright, you don't want this child, so I'll go along with your wishes. Since you don't want the child, I'll go with you to have the abortion right now. I'll listen to you." Chang Jiao closed her eyes, tears streaming sorrowfully, unsure if it was for herself or for the child soon to be lost.
Xiao Yihe looked at her cooperation and his expression improved slightly.
