"The mere thought of my son having your blood running through him makes me sick. What makes you think that after you killed my father, I could be with you as if nothing happened and bear your children? Dan Hanjie, I wish I could eat your flesh, drink your blood!"
Qin Youxuan's words grew even harsher seeing the man's distasteful expression.
It was as if only by doing this could she feel a bit better.
The two had entered a deadlock, and the only way out seemed to be to hurt each other.
"Enough, don't say any more."
Dan Hanjie took hold of her chin with his hand, fingers tightening.
"Have you ever considered how Tingye will feel when he grows up and hears what you've said?"
"When you killed my father, did you ever consider him at all? That was his paternal grandfather!" Qin Youxuan tried to break free from his grip, but Dan Hanjie held her chin firmly.
His fingers tightened continuously, turning Qin Youxuan's chin red.
"I told you to stop talking, did you hear me!"
