"Oh, you said that Cheng Guang pushed you to premature birth, but this is the first time I'm hearing about it—that a premature baby could weigh over eight pounds is really quite extraordinary!" Xu Xiuxiu raised her eyebrows and sighed with a hint of sarcasm.
Qinghua's face turned instantly as dark as it could get. Her initially high spirits dampened immediately, and with a guilty and trembling look, she glanced at Xu Xiuxiu, "Song Yuantao, what are you stupidly standing there for? Go get the chicken soup for me to drink, are you trying to starve me to death on purpose?" she turned and shouted loudly at Song Yuantao.
Song Yuantao gave Qinghua a complex look, filled with resentment, but still, he suppressed his feelings. He took the old hen soup carefully from Mrs. Song and handed it to Qinghua.
