Qin Mufeng touched Chen Weiwei's head: "Weiwei, uncle will definitely give you a warm home."

He turned to look at me, "Wife, don't you like daughters? Weiwei is just right. Don't worry, I will work hard and earn money to support you both."

Qin Mufeng's job was arranged by my family. Only eight thousand per month, what kind of family can you support with that?

If it weren't for his decent face, would I even look at him?

I took a deep breath and said, "Qin Mufeng, I like my daughter. I will have my own child and won't be foolish enough to let someone else raise her."

"I'm not that generous, and I would never agree," I added.

Chen Weiwei cried softly.

Qin Mufeng stared at me angrily, his eyes revealing a hint of murderous intent.

Is he thinking of killing me now and inheriting my inheritance?

I don't know what he's thinking, but I don't dare to take the risk.

I picked up my bag from the side and prepared to leave.

Qin Mufeng coldly said, "If you leave, don't come back."

Well, that's fine by me. I don't want to spend another minute with them.

Just as I was about to leave the door, my son came back.

He smiled and said, "Mom, I heard I have a beautiful little sister."

Looking at his face, I recalled the image from my previous life when he used a kitchen knife to attack me.

My body trembled, and I couldn't feel any maternal love for him.

I can't forgive him.