"This won't do, my main mission is time-sensitive, how could I possibly help this Pregnant Lady."
——I didn't ask you to help, it doesn't matter if you don't, there's no mission penalty.
Oh, then I'm not helping, not helping, not helping. Qin Yu packed up her things, ready to leave.
——After all, by eating and drinking she can still grow her belly.
——It's just that she might end up with a stillbirth, both mother and child dead.
——And then that loyal old Mum will follow by committing suicide.
Qin Yu fell silent, looking up at the mountain as if she could smell the stench of blood.
Not from slaughter, but related to new life.
After a long while, Qin Yu spoke with a not so pleasant tone.
"Can't you guys at Golden House stop giving me these damn difficult missions? Every time you assign me some crappy role, with a tail full of trouble and pots waiting to crash down on my head!"
