Old Mr. Feng's face was full of joy, "Otherwise, do you think I would protect a stranger? You should also stop thinking about your ex-wife. Although I used to think she was good, the dead cannot be brought back to life. You better forget her sooner.
Now, just treat Yushang well and don't make her angry. Next year, Chenchen should be able to have the surgery, right? After Yushang and your child are born, go and compare their genes."
Feng Jingxuan's face had now turned extremely dark: "Abort the child."
Nan Xia sneered on the side, without saying a word.
She remembered five years ago when Feng Jingxuan said the same.
He also didn't want her child.
Whether he was acting or not, this man seemed too heartless.
Song Yushang, terrified, covered her stomach: "No, this is my child, I don't want to abort the child."
"How dare you! As long as I am here, don't even think about aborting her child," Old Mr. Feng tapped his cane.
Nan Xia watched this farce and found it rather ironic.