Li Tingyan was at a complete loss. "Nini, don't get worked up, if you get worked up your stomach will hurt. Think about the baby. If you're mad you can hit me, just don't make yourself furious."
"Hit you? What's the use of hitting you?" Nianyang snapped in anger. "If I'd known you were gonna leave, why'd you have me get pregnant? Men are all big bastard pigs, only care about that moment of pleasure, and afterwards it's straight to the crematorium!"
"I have the baby and you turn around and leave. A dad like you might as well not exist. If you wanna go, then go. A year and a half later I'll have the kid call someone else dad. With or without you, it's all the same anyway."
Li Tingyan was torn between laughing and crying. "Nini, how can you talk like that?"
