When everyone was gone, Ye Jiayao sat down on the embroidered mound by the bed and took Qiao's hand. Her hands were cold and sweaty.
" Eldest sister-in-law, you don't need to think much about anything, calm down. This time, let me help you, but the premise is that you will give birth to the child well, and then we will vent our anger and hate. If you are not there, if the child is gone, it will be too good for that bitch, understand?"
Qiao's tearful eyes were filled with hatred, and she said with a low voice, " The second sister-in-low, I can't spare that pair of bitches."
" Yes, definitely not to spare them. So cheer up and be well, you just rests assured, I will help you, Chunfeng will also help you, and mother will not spare them when she comes back. You know, I am a person of uncompromising words." Ye Jiayao solemnly promised.
