She was clutching her stomach, in too much pain to speak. Mo Zhijing raised his foot to kick her again, only to see a large pool of blood spreading beneath her.
Sanniang sighed. What was the use of pursuing the matter afterward? What was lost was lost forever. Come to think of it, Sanniang felt this was still a sin brought about by the Heir. Even with her eyes closed, she could picture the cliché melodramatic plot that had unfolded.
"How could we possibly trouble Mr. Chu to bring you back, you good-for-nothing?" Turning back, Ye Zhongpu put on a stern face once more, attempting to display his long-ignored paternal dignity.
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