At this moment, Lin Zhi discovered another admirable trait in Ji Liancheng.
He wasn't arrogant or dismissive; on the contrary, he possessed a precious quality of gratitude.
"Thank you," Lin Zhi smiled, feeling much better.
Seeing her smile, Liancheng asked, "Why were you upset by that pregnant woman today? I'm sure it wasn't because she wronged you."
Lin Zhi paused slightly.
He had noticed, even though she thought she had concealed it well.
Lin Zhi said with a faint smile, "I'm just really angry that there are so many terrible parents in this world, and they come in all sorts of terrible varieties."
Liancheng's deep eyes flickered, "Isn't that normal?"
"Normal?"
"Procreation is just an instinct for some people, or they have children for profit. Children born out of love are the lucky ones."
"But that's their own child!"