Tang Zhiluo didn't dare make a fuss anymore, clutching her stomach as he took her to the hospital.
In the hospital room, an IV needle was inserted into Tang Zhiluo's hand.
Mo Xun sat on a folding chair, noticing her damp hair. He reached out to tuck it behind her ear.
Tang Zhiluo tilted her head slightly. "Don't touch me."
Mo Xun chuckled. "You've been played. Feeling upset?"
Tang Zhiluo glared at him. "Who knew this world was full of animals? All of them are wolves and tigers that devour people without leaving a trace."
"If you can't adapt, it just means you're too naïve and not suited for business." Mo Xun observed her pale yet still alluring face and softened his tone. "Do you want me to help you?"
Tang Zhiluo turned her head away.
Mo Xun smiled. "As long as you promise me not to bring up divorce anymore, I can help you."
Tang Zhiluo sneered. "Mo Xun, we've come to this point, and you think we can still continue?"