Qin Yan held onto a photo tightly with one hand. The entire photo was crumpled into a ball of paper.
Only the faintly discernible figures could show that this was once a photo.
Her hands were clenched into fists. Her beautiful slender fingers embedded deeply into the flesh, leaving a trail of blood.
Qin Yan had never expected that she would get such a result when she asked someone to investigate Gong Tianhao again.
A result that would tear her heart out!
Not only was Gong Tianhao married to a woman, but that woman was also pregnant. From the looks of it, she was eight to nine months old and looked like she was about to give birth at any time.
"Ah!" Qin Yan could not accept it and shout crazily.
Then, she sat on the bed with her hair disheveled. His eyes were filled with hatred and viciousness.
A moment later, she opened up the photo that was wrinkled beyond recognition.
