The idea popped into Ning Wan's mind, and she felt very disdainful. Anyone could fall in love with her, but this man never would.
Probably just because the child she miscarried was his, and he was acting out of guilt.
With this thought, Ning Wan's expression grew even colder.
Xi Mohan, facing Ning Wan's anger, seemed indifferent. His expression unchanged, he glanced at the unfinished cake on the table, frowned slightly, and said directly, "Your body hasn't fully recovered yet. Eating too much cake is not good for you."
"What I eat is none of your business!" Ning Wan grew angrier, slamming her cup down on the table with such force that it not only made a 'bang' sound but also caused water to splash out. Yet she seemed not to notice and continued coldly, "Xi Mohan, can you please stop interfering with my life? I've already repaid whatever I owed you when I lost the child. Do you need me to give you my life before you'll be satisfied?"
