Luo Qingli was hungry and cursed Qin Lang dozens of times in her heart. "That bastard Qin Lang didn't actually send me anything to eat. Is he trying to starve me to death? He's really evil."
No, I can't go on like this. I can't let my temper get the best of me. I can go without food, but I can't let the child starve.
Walking to the door of the room, Luo Qingli banged hard on it, "Open the door, open the door, I want to eat."
The door didn't open; only a small window did. The man outside holding a gun said, "The master said there's no need to send you food for three days. Just stay put."
"Damn it! You son of a bitch!!!" Luo Qingli couldn't help but curse. She's had a bad temper to start with, and Qin Lang's behavior was only provoking her. "I want to see Qin Lang."
"The master is not here." The man remained as expressionless as a piece of wood.
"I need to eat! You're treating a pregnant woman like this. I have to eat, right now! Immediately!" Luo Qingli gritted her teeth.
