Wasn't it a matter of conscience, facing her own mother, Liu Haihua didn't dare to bring it up.
She didn't know she was not pregnant yet. If it was Wang Xueyong's child, a surge of excitement flowed through Liu Haihua's heart, but if it was that Niu Pizi's, she immediately felt sick.
Just thinking that even if it was Wang Xueyong's child, but Wang Xueyong had already taken a wife, Liu Haihua felt sad again.
Mrs. Liu watched her daughter, her face a mix of worry and sorrow, shock and joy, her expressions changing unpredictably, and she decided not to interfere.
Liu Haihua sat for a while, said nothing, and left.
Thus, for several days, Liu Haihua lived in worry, the period she had been hoping for never came.
