Ji Yao looked as if she had heard something funny, turning her head to look at Ji Zimo, her face flushed with rage, and even a hint of mockery appeared on her face.
"Why do you think I'm trampling on you? Don't you understand? Am I supposed to endure you a second time after you harmed my child once?"
Ji Zimo clenched his fists tightly, his face turning crimson, and immediately retorted, "Why do you say I'm out to harm your child? Clearly, the miscarriage wasn't my fault the first time. Why do you insist on pinning such a huge blame on me?"
Ji Yao couldn't be bothered to listen to Ji Zimo's excuses. Every extra word from Ji Zimo made her feel utterly disgusted.
So she simply turned her head away, her expression extremely indifferent, and her voice very steady.