Wen Ya pulled Cheng Zhiwei's arm. "Forget it."
She had thought she would break down at this moment, so she asked Cheng Zhiwei to accompany her.
But when the time actually came, she felt remarkably calm.
Even as this woman kneeled on the ground and spoke those words, she managed to stay rational.
It's just that the woman was somewhat presumptuous.
Seeing Wen Ya pulling Cheng Zhiwei, she thought she had frightened her and immediately became even bolder, "Miss Wen, I thank you for taking care of Xiao Jun for four years. If you want to see him, you can call me to arrange a meeting."
Wen Ya finally got angry.
Cheng Zhiwei frowned; this woman knew how to really hit where it hurts.
Just as she was about to speak, Wen Ya had already rebutted herself: "No need to thank me, after all, if a stray cat or dog were abandoned, I would also spare it a glance out of pity, let alone an unwanted child."
"That's enough," Bo Ye scowled and rebuked.
