Six hundred seventy-two, set one's mind

Guo Moli caressed the wound on her neck. The wound had already scarred over and would be mostly healed in a week at most. But she really didn't want to leave this place; if she left, how could she get pregnant? Without a child, she had no status in the Shen Family.

This time Shen Qingfeng had proposed divorce, and surely the family elder was behind it. Once she returned, who in the Shen Family would still hold her in regard? So she had to find a way to stay at all costs. Even if she really had to go back, she would wait until there was a child in her belly.

With that thought, Guo Moli started rummaging through the house, and then, with a basket full of vegetables, she headed to Wang Bing's home. Though it pained her heart, these vegetables were nothing compared to her happiness! Since the trouble had originated from Wang Bing's home, she would go there to apologize. As long as they forgave her, Qingfeng would surely forgive her too.