Hua Jun seemed to have anticipated her reaction, sneering, "Miss Tian, I didn't expect you to have so little ability. Right now, everyone outside is talking about you. What you're doing will affect your husband, your child, and your family. Don't you want to get out of here sooner and see them?"
Child? Tian Sangsang's face darkened, her beautiful eyes losing their sparkle. She had been locked up here for three days now. How was Yanyan? He must be fine, right?
As for Jiang Jinghuai, that man, he was a typical chauvinist, couldn't even make a proper meal—anything he made was barely edible. Without thinking, she could already picture the little guy's pale face right now. She really wasn't a good mother. Sometimes she could be very caring to him, but other times she completely ignored his feelings, just like how she dealt with Jiang Jinghuai.
