Qiao Yin had already settled back on the sofa, watching Madam Lu talk to Hou Jinhua while frequently glancing at the child, her anxiety and doubt almost written on her face.
Qiao Yin was very pleased with her unease; it was exactly the effect she wanted!
The unknown anxieties and endless doubts tortured people the most, and as the baby's forehead got darker, Madam Lu's unease would only increase, and the agony and torture of her heart would intensify.
After all, she wouldn't be sleeping well anytime soon.
Seeing her staring over there, Gu Jing thought she was looking at the child and couldn't help asking her, "You seem to like children very much? I hate kids the most, they don't understand anything, only know how to cry and shout, so annoying. Why do you like them?"
Qiao Yin didn't actually like children that much, but suddenly, she remembered the child she had lost.
