"I don't know. All I know is that you're cheap."
"We've already broken up, and you're still carrying my child." President Luo looked at Manager Meng with utter disgust. "Tell me that isn't cheap."
Manager Meng was so furious at his words that she could barely stand.
She hadn't wanted to cry, but she couldn't help it. Whenever she argued with someone, her tears came uncontrollably.
And the person standing before her was someone she had once loved.
Manager Meng couldn't understand how a man who had once loved her so much could say such vicious things to her now.
On her birthday two months ago, she had caught President Luo cheating on her in a hotel room with his Male Secretary.
Three years of dating, five years of engagement-eight years of her youth, all wasted on a dog.
Even though Manager Meng had nearly fallen apart at the time, she had still spared them every shred of dignity.
Why was President Luo still saying things like this?
"In all these years together, I never spent a penny of your money." Manager Meng shook with rage. "I even paid you rent when I lived in your house. What more do you want?"
"Did I beg you to live with me?"
"And why do you keep bringing that up?" President Luo sneered. "You're carrying my child and refusing to abort it no matter what. Isn't that all about money?"
"You're planning to give the baby my surname once it's born and get a share of my assets?" President Luo looked at Manager Meng. "How are you any different from a prostitute?"
"Using your belly to extort me?"
At those words, Manager Meng could barely breathe. She gritted her teeth, seemingly pushed beyond fury. "You bastard!"
Manager Meng raised her fist and