After she saw that Ye Moxuan was silent again, Han Muzi felt disappointed and smiled bitterly. “I’ve given you three days. Isn’t it enough for you to think it through? Did you think that such matters are more important than us being together?”
Ye Moxuan pursed his lips and stared at her.
Han Muzi took out her phone and passed it to him immediately. “If you can’t get past this, then we—”
“What are you going to say?” His cold voice stopped her mid-sentence.
She raised her head and saw that he had a cruel yet sullen expression to him.
Han Muzi smiled nonchalantly and said in a light tone, “You should be very clear about what I want to say. For the past few days, I didn’t come looking for you because I want to give you some space for you to think without any interruptions. After three days, if you haven’t thought it through, I don’t think you need to do that anymore. First, there’s something I want to make clear to you: I am the one who gave birth to Little Bean. Even though you are his biological father, you can’t take him away.”