Song qingxiao still wanted to struggle, but the moment her hand touched miss Zhang's stomach, she felt a force in her stomach pushing her hand away.
A strange feeling welled up in her heart, and she subconsciously softened her movements and stopped struggling.
'Thump, thump, thump.'
The ball of energy nudged her a few times, as if it was greeting her through her mother's stomach.
Song qingxiao's pupils contracted, and her body instantly stiffened.
It wasn't because it was her first time coming into contact with an unborn baby that she had lost her composure. It was because when the baby in Zhang Wushuang's wife kicked her, every time he came into contact with her, it was as if he had kicked into her soul.
She could feel that the power that was originally confined and sealed was gradually awakened and pried open with the kicking of the fetus!
'Dong! Thump! Dong!"
He kicked a few more times. Every time the fetus hit, song Qing's seal would loosen.
