Zhang Jisheng scowled at Qi Fenglian and said coldly, "It seems you're itching to pick a fight in the dead of night, huh?" He paused, then continued, "Your family is having an easy time now, your younger brother is successful, and your sister-in-law makes a lot of money from her business, so you look down on the Zhang family, don't you? Fine, I won't stand in the way of your future. You can pack up and go back to your family to enjoy your good life. But, the child has to stay."
Qi Fenglian was taken aback, her eyes suddenly reddening, she said, "Zhang Jisheng, how can you say such a thing? Who looks down on the Zhang family, who wants to argue with you?"
"If not, then why mention all that nonsense? My mother has been longing for a grandson for so many years; would she begrudge him milk powder, hiding and pinching it to give to a grandchild that doesn't even exist yet?" Zhang Jisheng said coldly.
