An Hao was quick-witted, and Li Junping couldn't outtalk her, her face turning iron blue with anger.
Her palms opened and then clenched again, clenching and unclenching, truly wishing she could go over, pin her down, and give her a beating.
But Li Junping didn't have the courage for that.
In An Hao's belly were still two children, after all. If she really dared to lay a hand on An Hao, she reckoned not only Qin Jian would never forgive her, even the two elders of the Ning Family could tear her apart.
Unless she was really seeking death one day, she wouldn't dare to commit such an act.
"Enough has been said already, there's no point in talking anymore. You should go back, I have things to attend to with An Hao, so I won't accompany you here wasting time," Qin Jian said seriously, without letting his gaze linger on Li Junping's face.
