mu yichen really wanted to ask this pregnant woman if she knew how to be 'frank' when she ran away from home that year. how could she leave him and the little dumpling at home and throw them to that disgusting woman, luo chenxin?
now, she was talking about fang ziqian in a different way.
however, his strong desire to live stopped him from speaking rashly. mu yichen held himself back.
"little qianqian has been refusing to answer my calls. yesterday, she sent me a parcel and a box of toys. i called her to thank her, but she didn't pick up. do you think she ..."
luo chenxi was still talking non-stop. she was completely unaware that the man's face had already turned as black as the bottom of a pot.
"mu yichen, why don't we ... oh no!"
luo chenxi was halfway through her sentence when the man suddenly pressed her shoulder. he then removed the large pillow that was used as a cushion behind her back. her entire body slowly fell onto the soft bed.