Lin Miaoyu lunged into empty space and fell forward onto her hands.
Next to her, Zhao Mengmeng stood with her hands on her hips, her pretty face changing color.
"Lin Miaoyu, are you still planning to finish off my son with your own hands? Who gave you the audacity?"
Zhao Mengmeng was furious.
She had thought that being disgusted by her was bad enough.
But she had underestimated Lin Miaoyu's cruelty.
"Your son? You speak so affectionately, do you think I'd give you the chance to give birth to him? Zhao Mengmeng, stop dreaming."
Lin Miaoyu hadn't touched a single hair on Zhao Mengmeng's head, but she refused to give up, frantically climbing up from the hospital bed.
No matter what, having come this far, there was no turning back.
For the sake of Pei Chenyang, for the position of the Pei family's second madam, for the future of her own child, she had to get rid of the trouble that was Zhao Mengmeng.
Thinking like this, Lin Miaoyu felt even more motivated.
