"Do we even need to ask whether it was intentional or not?" Xing Ye's fists were clenched tight!
His rage burned fiercer, and it seemed as though a layer of air colder than the Siberian cold snap was surging around them—
What should be the fate of a woman who wanted to harm their child?
Lian Qiao knew he had countless ways to deal with a Zhou, but such methods were meaningless to her. Even if it led to her death, what of it? Life was so precious; wouldn't it be better for her to live and watch them be happy?
Her gaze flickered, and she let out a soft chuckle, "Brother Huo, bring your ear over..."
At her words, Xing Ye was taken aback, then again. What was this woman up to?
Seeing her beckon with her little hand, he helplessly leaned his ear towards her, and a warm, soft voice brushed by his ear: "I have an idea..."
After she explained in this and that way, Brother Huo abruptly raised his head, furrowing his brows.
"Is that necessary? I can't be bothered with the trouble!"
