"Zhuo Ya, you really have changed,"
The old Zhuo Ya seemed soft and weak, making people unable to resist the desire to hold her in their arms.
But now, Zhuo Ya was like a body full of barbs; if you got close, she would prick you until you were full of holes.
Zhuo Ya sneered coldly, "Of course, if I hadn't changed, would I still be foolish enough to be used by you?"
"Song Zhe, you've changed too."
Having said this lightly, Zhuo Ya walked past Song Zhe and back to her car.
"Are you planning to have Gu Yanting's child?"
Just as Zhuo Ya was about to get into the car, Song Zhe's sinister voice suddenly rose from behind her.
Song Zhe's tone was wicked and terrifying, causing Zhuo Ya's hand to tremble fiercely twice.
She clenched her palm, placing it on her abdomen.
Song Zhe and the others wanted her child's life.
A trace of coldness flashed in Zhuo Ya's eyes.
"Gu Jin indeed truly fell in love with you."
"I also like you very much."
