Shen Ruoxi let out a cold laugh, a hint of sarcasm flashing in her eyes. "Mrs. Xiao, look at your son, he's truly ill."
"You'd better take him to see a doctor right away, instead of talking nonsense here! I've already given us both enough face; do you really want to force me to take drastic action?"
"Chengyi!" Mrs. Zhou's face stiffened, finally unable to hold back her reprimand.
Xiao Chengyi felt tears welling up at the corners of his eyes, and stubbornly lifted his head, his gaze fixated on Shen Ruoxi.
Seeing the moisture in her son's eyes, Mrs. Zhou felt a wave of indescribable bitterness in her heart and sighed deeply, wondering why things had come to this.
"Chengyi, have some decency for yourself! Must you make such a scene? Let's go home. You have a wife now, and she is already pregnant. Stop this," Mrs. Zhou softly advised.
