Pei Chenyang's heart skipped a beat, his words stuck in his throat.
Zhao Mengmeng didn't mention it, but he also knew that the unilateral decision his elder brother had made was a lifetime of pain for her.
So, with Zhao Mengmeng's retort, Pei Chenyang had no grounds to continue the argument.
However, Zhao Mengmeng, who had struck a nerve, didn't intend to let him off easily.
"What's the matter? Not talking anymore? Are you at a loss for words?"
Pei Chenyang moved his lips slightly, "Perhaps there's been a misunderstanding?"
"Misunderstanding? I think there's a misunderstanding too, but it's that you, Pei Chenyang, love to recognize children everywhere. You see someone's belly get bigger and assume it's carrying your child. How's that, Pei Chenyang? Do you think you're such a hot commodity that all the women in the world can't do without you?"
Pei Chenyang felt smothered with frustration—Zhao Mengmeng's angry words were quite unpleasant.