Shen Qing shot Qin Mei a sidelong glance and remained silent.
'She didn't even fly into a rage over this?' Qin Mei admired Shen Qing's restraint. 'She might be willing to give up her husband, but she wouldn't budge an inch when it came to her daughter. A daughter she had carried for nearly ten months and risked her life to birth? Handing her over to someone else? Dream on.'
"Third Sister-in-law, is your silence a tacit agreement?" Qin Mei asked bluntly.
Shen Qing collected her thoughts, her expression so placid it betrayed almost no emotion. "Silence isn't tacit agreement. It's a silent protest."
The corner of Qin Mei's mouth twitched. Shen Qing was throwing the words Qin Mei had used against Chen Xiuhua right back at her. Qin Mei felt like she'd just been hit by her own boomerang.
"Third Sister-in-law, divorce isn't child's play, especially since you two have an adorable daughter. A silent protest will only put you at a disadvantage," Qin Mei reminded her.
