Qiao An looked at the embryo sac on the ultrasound sheet. That small life was her child.
How pitiful. At this moment, its mother was racking her brains to think of a way to get rid of it.
When she returned to the Li family's villa gloomily, she realized that the atmosphere in the villa's lobby was a little unusual today.
The Old Master and Old Madam sat upright above. The condemning gazes of the two ladies landed on Third Madam.
Third Madam did not have her usual arrogance at all. She sat there dejectedly like a lamb on trial.
Li Zecheng sat beside his mother with a sinister expression.
When Qiao An entered, Li Zecheng almost jumped up. He threw a document on the table at Qiao An and scolded her, "Qiao An, you're too much. You actually want to go to court with me. Are you trying to embarrass our Li family?"
