Seeing Ji Yao's nonchalant look, Old Bai raised his eyebrows and spat on the ground, "You're really heartless."
Ji Yao ignored him, whatever Old Bai said.
Old Bai replied without knowing what to reply.
Seeing that Ji Yao didn't reply, Ji Mengyao sent him a new message: "The project is over, there's no need to talk about the contract. Come back, both I and the baby need you. I'm going to die from vomiting."
Old Bai looked at the text on his phone's screen and raised his eyebrows. He typed one word onto the keyboard: Busy.
After Ji Mengyao received Ji Yao's text message, she suddenly felt her eyes go black. She immediately sat down beside the toilet and took a long time to recover.
A bitter smile appeared on her small, deathly pale face. "Heh …" Busy? How much money do you earn? Do you think money and the company are more important than my life and my baby's? "