Zhao's mother broke precedent and flew into such a rage that her chest hurt.
Zhao Mengmeng trotted over to her mother's side, supporting Zhao's mother's body, and started placating, "Mom, please calm down, there's still my little brother in your belly, getting angry is not good."
"You know there's still your little brother in the belly? If you really care about your little brother and me, you should make the whole story clear."
"Make it clear? All you want to know is who the father of the child is, right? I originally didn't plan to tell you..."
As Mengmeng said this, her gaze towards Pei Chenyang was heavy with meaning.
"However, the father of the child has already died in a car accident, how am I supposed to tell you?" Mengmeng sighed, asking helplessly.
"What?" Zhao's mother's vision darkened, and she almost fainted.
Zhao's father's face was tense, "Don't make a fuss, stop talking nonsense."
