Yao Wangshu's face was tingling and numb, already stiff and insensitive.
The smile on her face hadn't had time to fade, and at this moment, it seemed unusually ironic.
The man, whose eyes were blazing with anger, spoke with a trembling voice, "What nonsense are you talking about?!"
What does it mean that he doesn't want Yunshu's child?
What does it mean that he deliberately pushed Yunshu to make her lose the child?
For the first time, Mu Jingnan found Yao Wangshu so despicable!
He couldn't imagine what she had said to Yunshu in his absence.
And Yunshu, did she believe it?
Turning his head to look, he only saw Situ Yunshu standing there with a numb expression, as if impervious to a hundred poisons.
But those lively eyes were dull and lifeless.
His heart suddenly tightened, a blunt pain spreading finely from the deepest part of the heart.
With an irresistible force, it spread to every limb and bone.
Cold.
