Qin Yin's hand hidden in her sleeve was clenched tightly, yet her expression remained calm.
"Since you want me to be clear, then I'll be perfectly clear." The old lady of the Nan Family, leaning on her cane, took two steps toward Qin Yin and said, "The child you gave birth to is Chenchen's, and because he is our flesh and blood from the Nan Family, the child must be raised in the Nan Family."
"What a joke." Qin Yin was so angry that she laughed, "Why should the child I carried for ten months and gave birth to be raised in your Nan Family?"
"Don't be so quick to refuse. I'll give you enough compensation to cover your expenses for the rest of your life. Isn't that satisfactory for you?"
"I am not satisfied. The child is mine, and I will not sell him. So no matter how much money you give me, I will not give you the child." Qin Yin tried hard to calm herself down.
"Is that up to you?" The old lady of the Nan Family sneered coldly.
