Luo Qiangwei had just turned around to leave the room when she saw a man standing at the door, his body radiating anger.
Bu Wei had clearly just returned upon hearing the news. Clenching his hands into iron fists, he glared at Luo Qiangwei with bloodthirsty fury in his eyes, "It was you."
It wasn't even a question, but a statement.
If he wanted to hit her hard enough to cause a miscarriage, a single punch would suffice.
Luo Qiangwei's spine stiffened, her face cold, her voice even colder, "I didn't push her. Get your facts straight before you slander me."
"It was you, you bitch!"
Bu Wei charged forward, and just as his hand grasped Luo Qiangwei's shoulder, his phone in his pocket began to ring.
He glared at her, did not let go, and simply answered the call.
Whatever the person on the other end said made Bu Wei's expression darken. He immediately said, "Okay, I'll bring her over right now."
After ending the call, he grabbed Luo Qiangwei's wrist and dragged her downstairs.
