Qin Yin looked up, her gaze cold and dangerous like the ice lotus on the edge of a cliff. She stared at Jiang Mei and said with a cold smile, "You taking care of my child? What qualifies you to take care of him? You can't even take care of your own child, let alone someone else's. When you're qualified to be a mother, come back and talk to me about this."
Nan Sichen didn't know Jiang Mei had a child; he frowned, turning to glance at Jiang Mei with a complex and deep look.
Jiang Mei glanced at Nan Sichen in panic, her face ashen, stammering, "Qin Yin, don't make false accusations. I—where would I have a child?"
"Jiang Mei, you really make me sick. You don't even want to acknowledge your own daughter? I truly feel sorry for your child." Qin Yin said coldly, then continued to sneer, "My child will never be handed over to you for care in this lifetime, so you'd better stop dreaming."
