"Don't even think about it, you're just a housewife, no job, no income. Why should my child stay with you?"
Han Xi couldn't stand it any longer and pushed the door open to walk in directly: "Sir, this is a hospital, patients need rest, please leave."
The man looked at Han Xi with arrogance: "She won't divorce me, so I won't leave. What can you do about it?"
Han Xi glanced at the man with eyes as cold as a bleak late autumn, thinking that although he looked gentle and cultured, he turned out to be a scumbag.
Truly, you can't judge a book by its cover.
"You got a mistress pregnant outside, and you already have a child. Why won't you let me have Bubu?"
The woman lying in the hospital bed was so weak she couldn't muster any strength, tears streaming down uncontrollably.
"She's having a girl, our son should of course stay with me, I need an heir."
The man spoke as if it was a matter of course, completely oblivious to how ugly and vicious his demeanor was.
