The hand hanging by the side clenched into a fist, nails deeply embedded in the tender flesh of the palm.
"What do you want?"
It was "What do you want?", not "What are you trying to do?".
From the phone receiver came Yu Qinglu's low, slow laugh, "Jiu Jiu is so cute. When I saw him in the incubator, I really liked him. I'm really sorry for taking your son out without saying a word."
She deliberately stretched her tone, pausing in between, as if coaxing the child in her arms.
Jiu Jiu doesn't cry much, and is usually not afraid of strangers, he is okay with anyone holding him, so Nan Wan couldn't hear a sound from the child.
She closed her eyes and bit down hard on the back of her hand until the pain brought her back to her senses.
Her voice was as cold as if it had been immersed in ice, "This wastes both our time, just say it directly, what do you want?"
