Xiao Yihe nearly choked with rage. He placed one hand on his hip, spun around twice in frustration, and then slammed himself into the chair. The office chair slid half a meter backward due to inertia. He rubbed his throbbing temples with one hand, wishing he could strangle Chang Jiao right then and there.
This useless idiot who can't achieve anything but ruins everything!
And those servants—they couldn't even keep watch over a single woman and let her steal a damn phone!
Chang Jiao waited for what felt like eternity, but Yihe didn't say a word.
Her heart was pounding in fear, terrified Yihe might tell her to get rid of the child right now. At this moment, she deeply regretted her rash impulsiveness. "Yihe… Don't stay silent like this. I'm scared. I know I was wrong. I'll delete everything I posted right now, okay?"
