Xie Changzheng couldn't help walking over, and quickly reached Wen Jingshu's presence.
Wen Jingshu's emotions seemed much calmer than before.
She said indifferently, "Now that you're here, sit down."
Stung by Wen Jingshu's icy voice, Xie Changzheng scoffed, "Wen Jingshu, you know why I'm here today, don't you?"
A mocking smile crossed Wen Jingshu's face, "To stand up for your mistress? Oh, I should say your old mistress now."
Xie Changzheng's face darkened, "Don't forget, you're older than she is!"
"At least I'm not a homewrecker," Wen Jingshu replied calmly, asking, "So what do you want to say?"
Xie Changzheng, sensing her attitude soften a bit, felt secretly pleased and quickly said, "Meifen is pregnant. Tonight, because of your revenge, she suffered a miscarriage scare. I want to ask what exactly you are trying to do!"
