Su Yaogeng's body staggered, and she bit her lip to keep her voice from rising, though it trembled: "Residual poison? This, how is this possible... Why didn't you back then!..."
She gritted her teeth, preventing herself from shouting out, afraid of waking Han Jing, but she still couldn't imagine this matter. The residual poison of Blood Flame Poison, even as a residue, was lethal! Adults could barely withstand it, let alone such a small child!
But back then... Even back then, could they have let Han Jing abort the child?
Su Yaogeng's face turned deathly pale, and tears instantly welled up in her eyes.
"How do you plan to save her? How sure are you?" Su Yaogeng fought back the heart-wrenching pain, her precious granddaughter, just born, her daughter still lying here—if she knew...
She suddenly looked down at the sleeping Han Jing: "Does Jing'er know?"
