"Auntie, what... what can we do now?"
Cuihua and Meixiang, both women were about to cry. If they had known, they wouldn't have come for this meal.
If they were to go back now, who knows if they would ever be able to come out again, and even if they could, the babies in their bellies wouldn't be there anymore, and they themselves would be beaten half to death.
"It's fine, don't worry."
Mother Yang said unconcernedly, comforting them.
"I'll prepare two rooms right away, and from now on, you'll live here in our house. I want to see who dares to touch you—these babies in your bellies are the grandsons of the Yang Family, I'll fight anyone who dares to threaten me!"
Anyway, she didn't care about the rest. All she knew was that the children in the bellies of these two women belonged to their family, and no one was going to touch them!
