Luo Qiangwei didn't seem surprised, still wearing a smile, "But Mo Shiche has already driven me out, and I am about to divorce him. Why bother lifting a finger against me?"
"I said it before, any woman who's been with Shiche deserves to die, and marrying him makes you no exception," Luo Hongying clenched the dagger, "Luo Qiangwei, count yourself lucky, you didn't get pregnant. Otherwise, I would have killed your child along with you!"
The smile at the corner of Luo Qiangwei's lips suddenly froze, as if a deep wound had been poked, and her body shuddered with almost visible hatred in her eyes, "So... that's what you think, that's why you could kill my son without any guilt, and then kill me, is that it."
Luo Hongying frowned, taking it as a hypothetical, "If you had a son, I would have never let you stay in the Mo Family. I would have found a way to separate you from Shiche, even without Xia Yuan, I had plenty of ways."
