Sang Qian smiled, "Having a child really depends on fate. You and Yuanhang had been married for over three years before you got pregnant, and I've only been married for half a year, so I'm not worried."
Su Miaotong's complexion paled slightly, her hand tightening beside her involuntarily. She knew Sang Qian was mocking her. There was nothing to be proud of for having taken over three years to conceive.
Only she herself knew that it wasn't just over three years; she had been with Ji Yuanhang for more than five years. She had tried everything possible to have a child, yet she couldn't become pregnant.
This was a pain she couldn't voice, and yet Sang Qian had to poke at her sore spot.
Bitch, just wait. If I don't destroy her, then my name isn't written forward.
