"Is the child in your belly truly Ming'er's? If not, you should divorce!"
"..." Jing Yiren indifferently and coldly lifted her eyelids, staring steadily at Wu Xiujuan.
Given such a situation, Jing Yiren did not blame Wu Xiujuan's attitude toward her—after all, every mother thinks for her son.
But! What does she mean by second-rate actor? Deep down, has she, Wu Xiujuan, never respected her, Jing Yiren?
All her words were sarcastic and disdainful.
In Wu Xiujuan's eyes, was Jing Yiren's beloved career and her dream of being an artist in this world considered a second-rate actor?
Regarding Wu Xiujuan, Jing Yiren had always respected her, holding back the anger in her heart.
Speaking indifferently.
"We will resolve our marital issues ourselves."
"How will you resolve it?" Wu Xiujuan pounded the table continuously in agitation: "This issue must be resolved before your father returns to the country, don't embarrass him, it's best to cover this up before he finds out!"
