Ji Meishu lay in the hospital room, looking at the news on her phone and fuming with anger.
She said furiously, "What on earth does Wen Suihan mean? He actually pulls out at this time, isn't this obviously against me?"
Zhao Li, who was keeping her company, always wore a troubled face.
His mind was in more chaos than anyone else's, just getting a child from outside for Ji Meishu almost took his life.
Zhao Li placated her, "Meishu, why get so worked up? Mind your health."
Ji Meishu threw away her phone, pulled the quilt off with one motion, and shouted angrily, "Others don't know, but you also don't? I clearly didn't have a child, yet I have to stay here pretending to be in confinement, can't eat this, can't touch that, and still have to deal with those shareholders pretending to congratulate me every day. It's driving me insane."