Mu Wanqing gave him a glance and withdrew her gaze coldly, "Are all you men so cold-blooded? After all, Ye Huan has a child, and the child is so little. The parents are fighting like cats and dogs. Do you have any idea how much harm that does to a child?"
To casually say something like that!
Mu Wanqing, now a mother herself, couldn't bear to see not just her own child suffer, but other children as well.
Moreover, that was her close friend.
Wen Zhan adjusted his pants and took a seat on the couch, his handsome face still bearing a faint smile, "I'm not being cold-blooded, I'm just analytically explaining the situation to you. Everyone has their own fate. That's her destiny, and it's her child's too. Outsiders can't help."
Mu Wanqing knew he was right, but the problem was that saying it at this time was simply unacceptable.
A conversation that's not sympatico is just too frustrating. She got up angrily, "I can't talk to you—hiss..."