Chapter 118: Miscarriage

The other colleagues, upon hearing Lin Zhiyi mention it briefly, were also very curious about Song Wanqiu's illness.

"Right, Miss Song, what sickness do you have?"

Wanqiu's eyes panicked for a moment, but she quickly composed herself and smiled faintly.

"Just a small cold. Third Young Master is making too much of a fuss, afraid that something will happen to me, so he's been by my side all this time."

Always by her side?

Lin Zhiyi chuckled lightly.

Song Wanqiu's smile stiffened, and she frowned, saying, "Lin Zhiyi, what are you laughing at?"

What am I laughing at?

Of course, it's because she's lying through her teeth.

Gong Chen was still being punished at home yesterday. How could he have been by her side all the time?

But from her expression, she clearly didn't know about Gong Chen getting injured.

Gong Chen loves her so much, why didn't he tell her?

Maybe… he was afraid she would worry.

How ironic.