Yuan Ting smiled for a long time. Seeing that Han Bing's eyes were red with anger, she picked up the walkie-talkie on the stage and said, "Dead. That child was born a stillborn. When the child died, Ji Yue went crazy."
"Han Bing, look at you. You're so useless. Do you think you're a winner in life because you took down my father?"
"Ha! Bullsh*t! In the end, you're the pitiful one!" Seeing that Han Bing was in so much pain that it was as if he could smash the glass and run in to kill her at any time, Yuan Ting felt the thrill of self-harm. As if adding fuel to the fire, she added, "How ridiculous is that? Ji Yue's and your child is already dead, yet you still have to raise my child willingly!"
Yuan Ting saw Han Bing glaring at her and laughed hysterically.
She said to Han Bing, "I'm not having a good time in prison, and you can forget about having a good time outside!"