Jiang Yufei's brain almost burst out.
"Ye Nan, it's not what you think, I..."
Haha!
Si Yanan laughed absurdly.
"If it wasn't for that recording just now, I would have died without knowing that I'm just a tool by your side, you use me without love," Si Yanan slowly let go of Jiang Yufei.
He drifted back like a lost soul, and his whole demeanor collapsed.
Jiang Xiaorou stepped forward, holding a scalpel in front of Si Yanan.
"I know you hate, you have a lot of resentment with nowhere to vent, use this knife to vent it all out," Jiang Xiaorou told Si Yanan.
Si Yanan looked down, his eyes fell on the scalpel, unsure whether to take it or not. He hated Jiang Yufei; she deceived him so horribly. Now Si Yanan felt like a fool, and he wanted to take revenge on Jiang Yufei.
But seeing Jiang Yufei lying on the bed, looking at her protruding abdomen, he seemed unable to proceed.
Si Yanan collapsed, crouching down; he couldn't make a choice.