Mrs. He was obviously prepared. The maids and old ladies she brought with her were all tall and strong. In normal times, she might be able to get out of her body with her skills, but now, she She had no weapons in her hands and was physically inconvenient.
She was completely unsure if she could get out of the hands of these maidservants.
"Hurry up." Mrs. He urged sharply.
"Yes, old lady." After the maids and old women got the order, they swarmed up. Two maids held her left and right arms. One woman pinched her chin and forced her to open her mouth. The other woman scooped up a spoonful of porridge, wanting to dump the porridge into her mouth.
The situation was critical, and Zhao Ling was never one to sit still. If she fought back, she might have a chance to survive. If she didn't fight back, the child in her belly would surely die.
