Zhuang Lingyu was in anguish when she saw Ning Xueluo being so gloomy. "It's alright, Xueluo. Don't be sad anymore. It's just a clothing brand. It's not a big deal even if you lose it! What you should focus on now is to give birth to your child and everything else can start over again!"
Ning Yaohua went along. "Your mother is right. Nothing is more important than your child."
This was her key to stay in the Su family.
With the Su family backing her up, it was just a trivial thing for her to start another company in the future.
As Zhuang Lingyu and Ning Yaohua were comforting their daughter, a strange lady who looked like a nanny carefully carried a bowl of soup out from the kitchen. "I see you're back, Madam Zhuang. The tocolysis soup is done. Please drink it while it's still warm!"
Tocolysis soup?
