Wu Youcai quickly returned, and Hu's Clan had Da Ya fetch the medicine.
The child was not saved, and the reason for the miscarriage was known, so it wasn't Qiao Duo'er's concern anymore.
But just as she was about to leave, Tan Zhengyuan grabbed her sleeve in one quick motion.
"You, stop right there, my son died at your doorstep, you must take responsibility, you owe me a son!"
Hu's Clan hurriedly tried to mediate, "Quick, let go of Duo'er, Duo'er just said a few words to her, how is it related to Duo'er?"
"Shut up! You must be very happy now!" Tan Zhengyuan said with red eyes.
He had divorced Hu's Clan; she must hold a grudge in her heart and was also jealous that Widow Xú was pregnant.
Hmph, perhaps her son died because of her curse!
With this thought, his gaze towards Hu's Clan was filled with hatred.
At this point, Tan Zhengyuan had lost his mind. He saw everyone as the murderer of his son, and everyone owed him money!
