Lu yeming froze on the spot. His deep Phoenix eyes fell on Jun Xi Qing’s curled up body in pain. His eyes were filled with blood.
His woman, his son. When he woke up in the morning, he kissed her forehead and her belly. They were still fine.
But just as he turned around, something happened.
Mu Yanyan ran over in panic and grabbed Lu Yiming’s sleeve. “Brother Yiming, listen to me. I didn’t Push Jun Xiqing. It was her...”
Before she could finish her sentence, Lu Yiming reached out and swung his hand. Mu Yanyan’s delicate body instantly flew into the wall like a kite with a broken string.
With a bang, Mu Yanyan crashed onto the carpet and spat out a mouthful of blood.
“Brother Yiming, you... Listen to me...”
Mu Yanyan crawled on the ground with difficulty and climbed to Lu Yiming’s leg. She reached out to pull his pants.
It wasn’t her.
It was Jun Xiqing himself.
She fell down the stairs by herself.
