Young Madam, why are you bleeding?

LAN Chu's heart seemed to be tightly clenched by something.

She even felt that she couldn't breathe, and her stomach, which was already uncomfortable, began to ache. The girl's forehead was quickly covered with cold sweat. She reached out to press on her stomach, and her face was a little pale.

"Young ... Young master. Young Madam ..." The maid panicked.

They looked at LAN Chu helplessly. are ... Are you not feeling well? Do you need us to send you to the hospital?"

"No need," LAN Chu answered with his eyes closed.

She forced herself to calm down for a moment, then slowly opened her eyes and looked down at the divorce agreement in her hand.

What a great gift this was ...

"Ha ..." LAN Chu raised his lips and chuckled.

She lowered her eyes, and the clean coffee table seemed to reflect the light, allowing her to vaguely see her own appearance.

Her eyes were bright, her teeth were white, her makeup was exquisite, and her lips were pink.