Yin Ping hurriedly chased down the stairs, accompanied by the sound of a body rolling. Yin Xiaobai felt her mind go blank, her steps so stiff that she could hardly move.
Yin Ping turned back, her voice filled with tears, "Sister, why did you push my mom? Even if my mom has wronged you, you shouldn't have been so harsh!"
Bright red blood spilled out from beneath Jia Rong's skirt, a glaring red everywhere.
Why did it have to be like this.
She stood almost motionless, merely prying Jia Rong's hand off with force; she definitely hadn't pushed her.
Yin Li felt his blood boil and snapped at Yin Xiaobai, his eyes red, "Do you know she was only a few months pregnant? That was your brother! You cursed girl, from the beginning, I should have strangled you, so you couldn't harm my son!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a vicious slap landed on Yin Xiaobai's face.