"Yes." Mo Zhiyun also admitted it.
There was not a trace of contempt in Mrs. Shen's eyes, but they were calm and cruel. They were like the edges of a piece of paper that could accidentally cut one's fingers.
"I've heard that miss mo was married and even had a miscarriage. A miscarriage is extremely harmful to a woman's body. I wonder how your body is now?"
Mo Zhiyun's hands silently clenched. The scar at the bottom of his heart had been torn open, and blood was flowing silently. However, he still had to maintain a calm expression on his face. He couldn't lose his dignity.
"Thank you for your concern, Mrs. Shen. I'm fine now."
Mrs. Shen smiled. &Quot; that's good. &Quot; Women should still cherish themselves. It's a lie to expect others to cherish them."
Mo Zhiyun pursed her red lips and did not reply.
