Her fingers clutched the phone tightly, and her cool voice, like a cold wind blowing into the forest, was a bit hoarse, a bit pained, a bit stern, but mostly filled with thick disappointment.
"Do you believe it? This is the only chance I'm giving you, and the last one."
Tang Xinrou 'mm-hmmed', "What do you mean?"
Two teardrops rolled down her cheeks like beans, and Zhan Se's complexion was completely grim.
"Don't you understand what I mean? Hmm, it seems you've drunk so much foreign ink, you've forgotten how to understand Chinese."
With an icy tone, without waiting for Tang Xinrou to speak again, she immediately hung up the phone.
How do women become so strong?
Zhan Se believed that when the most precious thing in a woman's life is threatened, when everything around her has no support to offer, a woman can be harder than steel, more ruthless than a man's heart—all for the sake of her husband and child.
Just like her at this moment.
