Shen Cheng's gaze pierced through the cafe's floor-to-ceiling windows and cast out toward elsewhere.
Her eyes were distant, as if lost in thought.
Mo Qingxin finally lost her patience and broke the silence first: "Have you made up your mind? Is it going to be preserving Shen Mu's life or keeping the child within you?"
Shen Cheng did not immediately respond to her question, showing almost no reaction.
Just when Mo Qingxin was about to speak again, she saw Shen Cheng slowly shift her gaze onto herself.
A hint of chill emanated from Shen Cheng's eyes.
She looked at Mo Qingxin, her face calm, "I want to save both of them."
A dangerous aura began to emanate from her in an instant.
Mo Qingxin, however, did not take it seriously and chuckled: "At this point, I'm afraid it's no longer up to you."
"It's not up to me?"
Shen Cheng suddenly laughed lightly, her hand striking like lightning, pinching Mo Qingxin's neck with a thunderous speed!
