Upon hearing this from Elder Bo, Zhang Bo, although he found it hard to bear, he dared not defy the patriarch in his pique and went to fetch the family's disciplinary whip from the ancestral hall.
Elder Bo leaned his cane against the wall, looking at Xia Qingtian, suddenly looking as if he had aged a decade.
"Oh, Qingqing..." his dry, rough palm tightly held Xia Qingtian's hands, "Jingyan is wrong in this matter, he has wronged you. If you're angry, you can scold him, you can even hit him, but please don't leave him. Please give him one more chance."
Xia Qingtian opened her mouth, but she didn't know what to say.
Since she found out that Chen Momo was carrying Bo Jingyan's child, it had been several days already, but she still felt as if she was burdened with a heavy stone in her heart, making her feel suffocated.