"Wen Ran, you have no right to negotiate terms with me. If you don't want your daughter to die, agree to my terms."
The voice suddenly turned chilly, and even through the waves of the phone call, Wen Ran's body shivered violently from that cold voice.
In the crib, the deeply sleeping Ziyi seemed to sense something and cried out with a 'waah,' her closed eyes immediately opening.
"If you dare to hurt my daughter, I will find you and tear you to pieces."
Wen Ran furiously spoke into the phone, the door to the hospital room opened, and Mo Xiuchen's tall figure entered from outside, "Ranran, don't get up, I'll hold Ziyi."
Hearing Mo Xiuchen's voice, the person on the other end seemed to pause for a moment, followed by one second of silence, then dropped the sentence: "Wen Ran, within three days, I want to see scandals involving you and other men in the news, as well as a divorce from Mo Xiuchen. If you fail to do this, get ready to collect your daughter's corpse."
