"Miss Zhuo, do you think of your own child?"
Child?
Zhuo Ya suddenly looked up at Liu Ying.
"What do you mean by that?"
"You're the mother of the child, whether the child is alive or not, you should have a feeling, right?"
Whether the child is alive, she should have a feeling.
Zhuo Ya suddenly understood what Liu Ying meant.
Her body trembling, her eyes slightly red, she said, "Liu Ying, are you saying my child is still alive? Do you know where the child is?"
Zhuo Ya tightly gripped Liu Ying's arm, asking breathlessly.
Seeing Zhuo Ya with this expression, Liu Ying said, "I know where the child is."
"Tell me, where is my child, Liu Ying, I'm begging you, tell me where my child is now."
Zhuo Ya kept pleading with Liu Ying, asking him to tell her where her child was.
But Liu Ying remained indifferent, coldly watching Zhuo Ya plead before him.
Seeing that Liu Ying ignored her, Zhuo Ya cried her heart out.
