Cao Ziyin arrived when this farce hadn't ended yet.

Her belly was already slightly bulging, but she didn't want the black man to step forward. Instead, she came personally to support Qiu Yue.

She pushed aside an old lady and immediately started cursing.

Those elderly people were all in their sixties or seventies. How could they give in to a pregnant young girl like her?

Moreover, she was the one who pushed first.

Several middle-aged women instantly felt a surge of righteousness and began teaching Cao Ziyin some life lessons.

"How can a young girl like you be so lacking in self-respect?"

"Our Chinese boys are so much better. Why did you fall for a dark-skinned person like him?"

"Hurry up and get rid of the child in your belly. Auntie can still find you a good Chinese boy."

...

"Damn it, that's enough!" Cao Ziyin couldn't take it anymore and shouted.

She wanted to pull Qiu Yue away, but the middle-aged women wouldn't allow it.

They insisted that she apologize to me, the father, before they would let them leave.

I waved my hand and said, "No need, ladies. She has already chilled this old father's heart. We have nothing to do with each other anymore."

After saying this, Qiu Yue and Cao Ziyin's eyes clearly showed panic.

"What do you mean, Cao Tianhua?" Cao Ziyin suddenly became energetic.

As a result, several middle-aged women held her down and made her apologize to me.