"Yes, gone."
He nodded, his tone as flat as his expression.
Qi Miao looked at his indifferent reaction, hesitated in her heart, and then thought of something, sinking her heart further.
She thought Qi Ming didn't know that this child was "pushed" away by his own younger sister.
Her face immediately showed a grief-stricken expression, struggling down from the bed and grabbing Qi Ming's hand, refusing to let go.
"It's your sister, it's your sister who took our child away, Second Brother, it's your sister!!!"
She croaked, crying hysterically.
But despite her outburst, Qi Ming's expression remained unchanged, as if the whole matter had nothing to do with him.
Qi Miao's heart grew more and more nervous as she continued to think about it. Gradually, her crying subsided, and with her tear-stained face, she looked at him and said:
"Is it because you're tired of me now, that even our child doesn't matter to you?"