Zhao Xinmei furrowed her brows tightly and replied with irritation.
"What child? I don't know what you're talking about."
Throwing the report directly at Zhao Xinmei's face, Wang Jun roared.
"Then explain to me, what is this?"
Still expressionless, Zhao Xinmei said, "It's my friend's child. She didn't have her ID when she went for the abortion, so she used my name."
"Well then! Well played, Zhao Xinmei! Do you really take me for a fool?"
Wang Jun chuckled bitterly with rage.
"Would you dare go to the hospital with me and get checked? If it turns out you've never had an abortion, I'll apologize to you! Are you up for it?"
Zhao Xinmei opened her mouth but ultimately said nothing.
Wang Jun let out a pained laugh, his face filled with bitterness.
"You still don't dare."
Zhao Xinmei massaged her temples and walked straight to the living room.
Wang Jun grabbed her wrist forcefully, "I can wear this green hat, but you must tell me—whose child is it?"
