Si Yuhuan coldly observed the changes in Jian Xi's face across from him, his heart aching slightly.
It was time she felt what it was like every time she used the word "ex-husband" to wound him.
Jian Xi hadn't expected it. She had thought she was over him, but when those two words surfaced, it truly damn hurt.
The man she had loved was indeed different.
"Si Yuhuan, please, could you give me the child? Let's deal with our grievances ourselves. Mingming is still so young, and his health isn't good. You're ruthless, but you wouldn't harm a little baby, would you?"
Jian Xi's tone softened, sounding quite pitiful.
Si Yuhuan arched an eyebrow, emotions surging in his eyes. "I can let you see the child right now, but on two conditions."
"Fine. Don't just say two; I'd agree to twenty."
Looking at the woman before him, no longer haughty, Si Yuhuan felt an overwhelming pang of pity.
His original intention wasn't to be so despicable, but her temperament was too stubborn.
