Ye Xiaomeng suddenly heard the sound of her heart collapsing within, although she had already anticipated such a possibility, hearing it from the person involved was another kind of blow.
Although she felt like she was already battered and bruised, Ye Xiaomeng didn't show weakness. She pretended to be strong and said, "So what? We have a child between us, and our wedding is also coming up soon."
"There won't be a groom at the wedding. Do you want to bet with me? And if Cheng wants a child, I can give him a baby." Ling Snow, full of pride, said.
"Why should I bet with you? Love isn't won through gambling." Ye Xiaomeng truly thought this woman was crazy and seriously ill.
"In fact, you lack confidence too. Don't you see that we have some similarities? Look, we both have a beautiful head of jet-black hair. Cheng loved me looking like this the most. He even used to help me with my hair." Ling Snow's every word felt like a dagger stabbing into Ye Xiaomeng's heart.
