"Hur hur! Do you think I am stupid to believe such words? What a joke!"
Qiao Jingyun smirked at her and the child coldly.
"To be honest, you should be thanking me because, without me, your son might already be dead."
Pei Ge frowned at that.
"I don't know what you are saying, and I don't want to understand."
Now, it doesn't matter what puzzles me anymore. I only want to save my Ping An…
"Your son was born prematurely. If not for me, he'd likely already be dead!"
The word 'dead' struck a chord in her heart and nearly dealt her a huge blow.
"Back then, when I carried him away, he was about to die. If not for me—"
She cut off the other at this point.
"You shut up!"
She did not want to listen further.
"I've never done anything bad to you, yet you've always been plotting against me!"
She took a deep breath as the fire of anger in her burned wilder.
