Finding fault

Ji Shiting's face sank after realizing what had happened. He chased after her and grabbed her wrist. "Ye Shengge, you can throw a tantrum if you want, but don't say anything like taking the child away!"

"Who asked you to dislike my daughter?" Ye Shengge glared at him.

Ji Shiting's lips twitched. "Who says I don't like her? Didn't I say I want you to have a daughter?"

"Stop it!" She was being unreasonable. "Leave. I don't want to see you now!"

She tried to shake him off, but the man was still holding her wrist. "What are you doing, Ye Shengge?"

The man's eyes were dark. Besides being irritated, he was also helpless. What had he said wrong?

"Ji Shiting, you said you wouldn't yell at me. You yelled at me again." Ye Shengge couldn't get rid of him, and her eyes turned red. "Besides, you hurt my wrist."