Si Zhengting, the butler, and Ji Chen crowded around the stretcher and dashed out hurriedly.
Since the beginning!
He had never raised his head and taken a look at her.
Zhuang Nainai could only feel her heart wrench. A wave of bitterness started to overwhelm her.
After the ambulance outside departed, the living room suddenly became very silent. The housekeepers downstairs were still frozen in their spots with eyes widened in shock. Without the presence of the owner in the house, they were at a complete loss of what to do.
Each one of them raised their head and scrutinized Zhuang Nainai quietly.
With her big bump, she stood near the staircase alone. She supported her waist with one hand and her bump with the other. Her face was as white as paper; she looked like a child who had been forsaken by the entire world.
Due to the immense shock that Zhuang Nainai had received, her eyes were bloodshot.
