Zhong Liqing was shocked, staring at Qiao Xiya, unable to speak for a moment.
Qiao Xiya wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, looking delicate and pitiable.
She stepped forward, squatted at Zhong Liqing's feet, and held her hand.
"Auntie, Moran doesn't admit that the child I carry is his. Now that I've lost the child, I have no way to prove myself. I'm not trying to compete for anything, nor do I want to use this child as a means to marry into the Yin Family, but I'm truly worried for Moran. Auntie, he mustn't marry Lin Qian, because..."
The words abruptly stopped.
Zhong Liqing, still somewhat dazed, asked instinctively, "Because of what?"
Qiao Xiya looked troubled.
She looked at Zhong Liqing, as if making a great decision.
"Because Lin Qian and Moran are half-siblings with the same father. How can they marry!"
Half-siblings!
Zhong Liqing was shocked, quickly withdrawing her hand from Qiao Xiya's hold, her expression extremely ugly.