Zhang Meiqin inexplicably felt a chill on her back and glared at An Yue, "Since when do you believe in ghosts and spirits?"
"I've always believed," An Yue said. "Just because we can't see some things doesn't mean they don't exist. I've always held a reverence for the belief in ghosts and spirits."
Zhang Meiqin: "..."
"I'm going to tell An En." An Yue took out her phone and prepared to call An En.
"No!" Zhang Meiqin grabbed An Yue's phone and shook her head urgently, "You can't tell her."
"Why?" An Yue frowned, "An En is the father of the child. Whether you plan to keep the baby or not, An En has the right to know. Zhang Meiqin... don't you think you're being too selfish and cruel? This child also has a part of An En, and you don't tell him, you make the decision alone. Deciding the fate of the child... it's unfair to An En."
Zhang Meiqin: "..."
Suddenly, she found An Yue extremely eloquent.
Her words were irrefutable and left Zhang Meiqin speechless.
