Bao Jin'yu rubbed his temples. He could tolerate it once, but if this happened again and again, even his patience would be worn thin.,Bo Jin Yu frowned, thinking of the child who was eight months old but died in her womb. She softened a little.,Bo Jin Yu thought of Guan Xin Yue's words, her face darkened a few points, and she nodded, "Good, I know, thank you."。