Lin Qing suddenly seemed like a ruffled hen.
Her eyes widened, and her breathing became unsteady, as if accusing her of fancying Xia Xinshan was an insult.
The two were very close.
Pinned down by Song Yunuan, she naturally struggled.
But who could have thought those delicate, fair, seemingly soft hands would render her immobile?
Anger and fear intertwined.
Suddenly, Lin Qing furrowed her brows and involuntarily touched her belly.
And it was at this moment that Song Yunuan seemed to sense an energy different from the strength in her own hands.
This energy wasn't attacking her.
Was it trying to hide or escape?
There really was something there.
Right inside Lin Qing's head.
This was really miraculous.
It was as if her strength and triggered scenarios were one and the same.
However, when Song Yunuan saw Lin Qing furrow her brows, she quickly released her.
Pregnant women come first, she wasn't that heartless.
