Shang Jingchen sarcastically turned and walked away.
Ye Lu gasped rapidly, sitting on the ground with residual fear, her face streaked with tears of terror. She hugged her knees as her hands and feet trembled.
Remembering the horrifying scene from just a moment ago, she nearly lost her child due to Shang Jingchen's actions, this thought alone was enough to make her tremble uncontrollably. She had never felt such utter despair and helplessness.
Third Young Master Jun quietly watched her as she sobbed softly, his eyes dark and gloomy.
In the quiet staircase, only Ye Lu's low sobs echoed.
Eventually regaining her composure, Ye Lu tried to stand up weakly. However, her previous struggle had drained her of all energy. Her legs gave way as she struggled to stay upright, her face turned pale with fear.
Luckily, a strong arm was there to firmly catch her.
Ye Lu's heart trembled; she turned around to meet the deep, enchanting gaze of Third Young Master Jun.
