Zhuo Ya's face turned pale as she looked at Nan Mingzhu, fingers trembling as she took the box.
When Zhuo Ya opened the box and saw its contents, she shivered violently.
"Nan Mingzhu."
It was a finger.
A baby's finger, preserved in formalin and placed inside a glass bottle.
What Nan Mingzhu had given her was actually a finger.
"This is something of your child's, aren't you happy to see it?"
Nan Mingzhu crossed her arms, taking pleasure in observing Zhuo Ya's current state.
Zhuo Ya, with a darkened face, lunged at Nan Mingzhu and grabbed her clothes, roaring in anger.
"You dare..."
"Zhuo Ya, this is what you owe me."
"If it weren't for you, I would've married Gu Yanting long ago, and he wouldn't be dead."
"Madam Gu is right, you are a jinx."
"You… truly deserve to die."
Nan Mingzhu loved to see Zhuo Ya in such agony.
Seeing Zhuo Ya in so much pain made her very happy.
She shook off Zhuo Ya vigorously and left without looking back.
