Under his forceful actions, Song Weiyi couldn't resist and could only open her mouth to drink half a glass of water.
"That's enough."
Just as Pei Yibai moved the glass away, Song Weiyi eagerly leaned forward, "Husband, can you show me a photo of Nannan? I just want to see a photo."
As she spoke, tears uncontrollably streamed down again.
She still remembered how painful it was the moment she fell down the stairs.
Her belly almost directly hit the floor, and in an instant, blood gushed from her lower body, and the severe pain caused her to faint immediately.
When she woke up, she fearedfully thought that it was already fortunate the child had survived such a catastrophe.
"A photo?"
Song Weiyi nodded earnestly, "Yes, just a photo, I just want to see her. Husband, please don't refuse me."
Without even asking his opinion, as if knowing he would refuse, Song Weiyi's voice became even more pleading.
"No." The expected refusal.
