"Please, no more, I beg you to stop talking," Ye Tianjiao pressed her hands over her ears.
Her face and eyes were filled with terror. She was on the verge of collapse. Anyone could tell that she was deeply shocked.
"What a pity. Such a small bundle without a proper form, I wonder which rubbish heap it will end up in once it leaves here."
"Enough," Ye Tianjing cut her off.
He took the object in the frame and tossed it at Ye Ranran's face. "Don't just pick up anything and say it's my sister's child."
The cold, coagulated blood ran down Ye Ranran's face, the bloody lump of flesh rolled around her face before falling at her feet.
The smell of blood rose to her nose.
Seeing Ye Ranran in this state, Once let go of Ye Tianjiao. With a ferocious look on his face, he pointed his pitch-black gun at Ye Tianjing. The next second, the muzzle was pointed at Ye Tianjing's head.
Just as he was about to pull the trigger, a cold and weak hand moved the gun away.