In the fifth year of his marriage to Mo Yanchen, the canary he kept outside became pregnant.
This incident made me lose face in the circle, because the pregnant woman was my sister.
I went crazy and made trouble, and finally handed over the divorce papers, but he regarded my pain and despair as a trick to declare sovereignty.
A month after I disappeared, he finally panicked and came to ask me if I had had enough fun. "Don't worry, when the child is born and raised by you, you will still be the respectable Mrs. Mo."
I was about to scold him for his madness when the culprit who made me lose my gun and armor last night hugged me from behind and said, "I'm sorry, brother, I can't take care of you."
"Because she wants to raise your nephew."
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