Murong Qiao was not surprised to receive Zheng Yue's call.
"Qiaoqiao, Nan Kang knows that I'm pregnant!" Zheng Yue blurted out everything. "But he wants to bring me here for an abortion. I don't want to. I don't want…"
As she spoke, Zheng Yue's words were filled with tears, and her emotions surged.
"Please help me, Qiaoqiao. I-I really can't lose this child. Everything is fine except this child…"
The more she spoke, the sadder she became as tears streamed down her face uncontrollably.
Murong Qiao had been listening to Zheng Yue in silence since the call was connected. It was not until she was sobbing uncontrollably that she spoke slowly.
"Alright, think of a way to stall for time. I'll go make preparations." Murong Qiao gestured.
Upon hearing her words, Zheng Yue's eyes lit up. "Alright! I'll go now! I'll definitely try my best to stall for time. Thank you, Qiaoqiao. I—"
