Luo Zhiyong gritted his teeth, if it weren't for his own mother, he really wanted to grab her head and smash it against the wall.
Whether it was for the sake of his wife, or because she was his mother, Luo Zhiyong still held back his wrath, turned around, and laid out the unsuitability of the matter to Zhou Yunmei,
"I advise you, don't think of the matter so simply. To put it harshly, we aren't even sure if the child in this woman's belly is Zhiming's, let alone whether it's a boy or a girl. Even if we step back and suppose it is a boy, if you bring the child home, are you planning to push Zhiming to divorce Fang Xiu? Do you think Fang Xiu will care for this child, or do you truly believe Zhiming will care for him? In the end, who would raise the child?"
"I..." Zhou Yunmei impulsively wanted to say she would raise it.
