"Don't mention it." Huo Jingtang's thin lips curled slightly.
Just then, Chen Guixiu let out a shrill scream, "Rongrong... blood... someone help quickly..."
Qin Yurong lay on the ground, her complexion and lips both looking bad. Her brows were tightly knotted due to pain, and she covered her lower abdomen with both hands. Her eyelashes fluttered slightly as her gaze fixed on Guan Haoyang's indifferent face, "Haoyang, please, save our child..."
In Qin Yurong's eyes was a yearning for Guan Haoyang, hoping he would save her. Even if he had just the slightest bit of affection for her, she would be happy. She had been staring at him for so long, yet his face remained cold throughout, even his eyes were deep and calm, as if he didn't care at all about her and the child's survival. His cruel indifference caused Qin Yurong to bite her lip, and the self-deceptive warmth in her heart gradually cooled. But even in such pain, even though he looked down on her, she still loved him.
