Xu Canyang was amused by the old lady's joke, albeit with a cold laugh.
Such words could only be shamelessly spoken by the old lady—an ordinary lover? Tsk, tsk.
"Is that so? What about the child?" Yiting pointed at Douya, who was crying and fussing at the doorway, his tone heavy.
Before the old lady could answer, Xu Zijin coldly interrupted her. "You're meddling too much, Yan Yiting."
He saw no need to report to Yan Yiting. On the contrary, Yan Yiting carried himself like a little brother-in-law with authority, but Xu Zijin didn't buy it.
"Is this child born by my sister, yes or no?" Yiting ignored Xu Zijin's words and growled.
Otherwise, the child wouldn't call his sister 'mom.'
Xu Zijin wore a false smile, "So what if it is? And so what if it isn't?"
"Xu Zijin, you scumbag!" Yiting's eyes turned red with anger, and he raised his fist, ready to punch Xu Zijin.
