Huang Qing, who was lying on the ground, quickly got up and pointed at Qu Zhi's nose as she scolded, "You still have the nerve to ask me for the child? If it wasn't for your belly, would I have given the child away? I'm also the child's grandmother. Do I have to be so cruel?"
"I'm doing this for the sake of you and your wife. In the end, you're all forcing me. Fine, I'm a bad person. I'll die. I'll pay for your daughter's death." After Huang Qing finished speaking, her eyes swept around the room, and then she was about to bang her head against the wall.
Qu Jun pulled her back, and Huang Qing was still struggling in his arms, her mouth screaming for killing herself, "How did we give birth to such an ungrateful wretch like you? Do you really want to see your mother die? How can you be so cruel? When I gave birth to you, I should have strangled you to death. That way, we wouldn't have to worry about you and pay with our life at this age."
