Mrs. Shen's words made Shen Tianming's face instantly lose its color, turning as pale as paper. "Don't do anything rash. If you want my life, I can give it to you, just please don't do anything rash. The child is too young."
"Shen Tianming, tell me yourself, have you been fair to me?" Mrs. Shen asked through gritted teeth.
"I'm sorry to you, I haven't been fair to you." Shen Tianming dared not provoke her, so he could only go along with her words, "Jingjing, all these years, except for this matter I've wronged you, for everything else, I've basically gone along with you. You didn't want Weilan, I could only agree, whatever you say goes, have I ever resisted?"
"Shen Tianming!" Mrs. Shen suddenly shouted, "At this point, you still want to stir things between Weilan and me. I don't like her because she's a jinx to me. But that Fortune Teller, he was brought in by you."
