Cheng Kang's expression froze instantly.
But I just looked at him amusingly and asked, "Cheng Kang, after carrying the child for nine months, where did our baby—whom we both anticipated—go?"
He went silent and suddenly turned around, sprinting straight to the laboratory.
I pulled out the needle and followed.
Cheng Kang burst into the laboratory that nearly killed me, pushed open the door, and was immediately hit by the smell of blood.
The woman in the room turned her head at his voice. Qiao Wanwan smiled sweetly.
"Honey, you're here. Come and see my new discovery. This potion is effective on fetuses too."
"Before I dissected it, I found out the fetus wasn't completely dead, just momentarily asphyxiated. The baby was crying just now, a weak meow-like sound. But with a higher dosage, the child should survive, though the internal organs will slowly decay..."
Her face carried a brilliantly naive viciousness.