Sun Mei took Ye Nianhai to the balcony and casually placed him on the extremely cold floor.
When Sun Mei saw Ye Nianhai crying, there wasn't a trace of pity in her eyes, and she even showed a satisfied smile.
"I really want that useless father of yours to see, to see how pitiful you look now," Sun Mei said with a grin.
Ye Nianhai's fair and delicate skin quickly turned a bit bluish-purple, even his lips turned slightly blue. He kept kicking his small legs, and even his little hands were flapping all the time.
Ye Nianhai's cries seemed to be pleading for mercy from Sun Mei.
But the unmoved Sun Mei only had a cold smile on her face, without a shred of compassion.
To do such a thing to a baby just three days old, it's now clear how vicious Sun Mei is; Su Changfeng not killing her in the first place was undoubtedly a massive mistake.
As Ye Nianhai's cries gradually diminished, Sun Mei finally picked him up off the floor.
