Ji Meishu's figure stiffened abruptly, and in an instant, her sorrow vanished.
She straightened her slightly protruding belly and said, "Uncle, you're saying this for me to hear, right?"
Hu Changjiang turned around, his face dark with anger, "It doesn't matter who I'm speaking to, you know exactly what's in your mind. As long as Zhonglian is still drawing breath, the Hu Family will persevere, and it's not yet your turn—or the turn of that piece of flesh in your belly—to call the shots."
Since the conversation had taken such an unpleasant turn, there was no need for Ji Meishu to keep up pretenses.
Ji Meishu rose from her chair and approached Hu Changjiang.
She said, "Even if Uncle finds me displeasing, is there a need to curse my child as well? After all, it is Zhonglian's child. You're his elder and you're not young anymore; shouldn't you show some decency?"
