Chen Qianqian smiled, gloating at the sight of Yan Hua experiencing a strong blow.
She placed a hand on the bump on her abdomen, before she walked up and entered Yan Cheng's bedroom.
Yan Hua was a rich young lady in the past, and what would she be in the future? She would only be remembered as the daughter of a drug smuggler!
Yan Hua collapsed onto the stairs. The strong blow of reality caused her to black out and lose consciousness.
When she woke up again, she was lying on her own bed.
She had a needle connected to a drip in the back of her hand.
She stared blankly at the ceiling.
A cold liquid flowed nonstop from her ears.
She had never thought that the man that she loved with all of her heart had such a great and sacred job.
Never would she have imagined that he beloved Daddy was a drug smuggler.
She had long known that falling for Bo Yan was a tough thing to do.
Because he had no feelings for her.
