Chu Dazhuang and Zhang Liang walked into the room and couldn't help frowning at the state of Midwife Liu.
The two exchanged a glance before shifting their attention back to Midwife Liu, who was collapsed on the ground.
After observing for a moment, Chu Dazhuang clicked his tongue softly and then took two steps forward.
Midwife Liu lifted her head and, seeing Chu Dazhuang approaching her, involuntarily widened her eyes, filled with fear.
But there was no helping it, Midwife Liu had already made up her mind, and no matter what was said, it was useless. In fact, she had also prepared herself for death.
By the time Chu Dazhuang and his partner arrived, she had already weighed her options. After all, it was clear to her that the death of one person versus a group of people was a distinction Midwife Liu understood well.
With that thought, Midwife Liu hardened her heart even more.
"I haven't done anything, don't wrong me!"
