Zhao Mengmeng went straight to Song Weiyi's bedside, took hold of her hand, both agitated and unusually furious.
Her mother was carrying a brother, and news of a threatened miscarriage surfaced intermittently, making Zhao Mengmeng worry for months on end.
But now, she had never imagined that this disaster would befall Song Weiyi.
"Mengmeng…" Song Weiyi found herself at a loss for words, especially in Mrs. Pei's presence.
The stares from Zhao Mengmeng, Mrs. Pei, and Nurse Xu almost pierced her through.
"Well, aren't you going to say anything? Wasn't your pregnancy very stable?"
Zhao Mengmeng's directness pierced right through to the truth.
Without asking, she was certain that Song Weiyi had been harmed by someone.
With that, she cast a cool glance at Mrs. Pei sitting beside her.
Mrs. Pei's face flushed with heat all of a sudden.
Infuriated, she stood up and glared back at Zhao Mengmeng, trembling as she said, "What are you implying with that look?"
