Lin Yuan pursed her lips and gently stroked Panpan's trembling shoulders, agitated from crying. She understood that although the young girl couldn't abide by Jin Lingling's usual arrogance, she bore no resentment toward the unborn child, even though it was Li Chengzhi's.
And Panpan was especially kind-hearted; otherwise, she wouldn't have reminded Ying Tao to find Lady Jin when Mrs. Liu's child was in danger.
"Panpan, don't be like this, maybe it was just an accident. You said you didn't lay a hand on her, right? Maybe it's just the heavens seeing Li Chengzhi's wrongdoing and thus not allowing his child to be safely born. It has nothing to do with you," Lin Yuan tried to comfort Panpan.
But Panpan suddenly raised her tear-streaked face and said with certainty, "No! Someone did it on purpose!"
