Qiao Yin's eyes turned red uncontrollably, "Lu Lingche, I get that you care about her, but you have no right to demand that I tolerate her unconditionally!"
"At the very least, you shouldn't keep provoking her! You know what she's going through right now, can you bear the responsibility if she miscarries because of your provocations?"
Qiao Yin was forced to take two steps back under his intense pressure.
She clenched her hands tightly together, "I've said it before, keep her in check and stop annoying me. I'm not a clay doll to be messed with. If she's looking for trouble, I won't spare her!"
"She is pregnant! What's wrong in being nice to her?"
"So what if she's pregnant? Is it such a great and honorable thing for her to be pregnant with your child? Does being pregnant give her the right to disgust me? Why should I be nice to her?"
"What about my mother then? What have you done to her?"