The door was closed from the outside.
With a clang, Yuan susu threw the box of ointment in her hand away.
Cheng Lingyun was shocked and looked at her daughter vigilantly.
"Susu, what do you want to talk to mom about?"
Yuan susu chuckled lightly, her smile full of sarcasm.
"We're here to talk about the bastard in your stomach."
She slowly sat down in front of the dressing table, her tone light like an ignorant girl's.
It was just that when matched with her face, it would make people feel horrified no matter what.
She took out a lipstick from her pocket and twisted it back and forth.
That was Cheng Lingyun's favorite color.
Due to her pregnancy, Cheng Lingyun rarely put on makeup.
No matter how well she took care of herself, there were still traces of age on her face.
&Quot; susu, don't be provoked by Lin xiaojiu. &Quot;
Cheng Lingyun deliberately lowered her voice, as if she was afraid that the people outside the door would hear her.
