Liang Xueyan married into what kind of family, Lu Mian didn't know.
Having only interacted with them twice, she realized that this household was a reproductive cancer. As soon as a child was born and the sex known, they schemed for the next one, such conversations, if heard by Liang Xueyan who just had a difficult delivery, would be extremely disheartening.
She knew Liang Xueyan wasn't doing well, but she hadn't expected it to be this severe.
She kept a stern face, leaning against the wall as she pulled out her cell phone and nonchalantly sent a text message, her arms crossed as she waited for Sister Wang to call.
Her right leg was slightly bent, her toes carelessly tapping the ground. A high-collared hoodie covered the curve of her jaw, revealing only a glimpse of her lips on one side, curled with a mocking coldness.
Beneath the sunglasses, her clear eyes flickered with restless cold irritation.
