Looking at Lin Xihe like this, Ji Zhuo only felt more annoyed. After returning to the capital, she was always so pitiful, making people feel sorry for her.

He was careful and dared not hurt her.

But this woman, after doing all those things, didn't even offer him a single explanation!

This woman, once she came back, simply took her child away and didn't ask him a single question!

He was angry with her, but he knew she might have her reasons. However, when he thought about what she had done, Ji Zhuo felt his chest was so tight it felt like it was about to burst.

"Lin Xihe, do you have any sense of shame?" His voice was low, filled with endless disappointment and anger.

Lin Xihe felt as if her heart was being squeezed tightly by an invisible hand, the pain almost suffocating her.

She bit her lower lip hard, tasting the metallic flavor of blood on her tongue. She fought back the tears that threatened to spill, trying to keep her voice calm: "Ji Zhuo, I don't dare ask for your forgiveness. I just want to take Tang Bao back. I'll agree to anything you ask, as long as you agree."

Ji Zhuo's face grew increasingly gloomy: "Dream on! Why should I be toyed with like this by you?"

"What do you want from me to take Tang Bao away?" Lin Xihe pleaded almost desperately.

"You are not fit to be parents. From this day forward, she is my daughter, and you will never take her away from me!"

Ji Zhuo abruptly shook off the hand that was gripping Lin Xihe's chin, the force of which made Lin Xihe sway.

He stood looking down at Lin Xihe. Although they couldn't see each other's faces in the darkness, they could clearly feel the intense emotions emanating from each other—one of overwhelming anger, and the other of endless sorrow.