If only the women around Wang Zhedong had been more fortunate and given birth to a son, there would have been no place for her and her son in the Wang Family.
She had always been worried about Wang Hengzhi, and her health wasn't great to begin with. Now, after suffering one major blow after another, she finally couldn't take it and fainted.
Wan Chong had long known about the existence of Zhou Chenqing and Zhou Chenlan.
Hearing Zhou Chenqing's scream, he glanced back at Zhou Chenlan with an indifferent gaze, offering no sympathy.
Though Zhou Chenlan's plight was pitiful, she wasn't deserving of his sympathy.
She was also one of the accomplices in framing his little cousin.
Having a sick child is not a reason to harm others.
Foo Wencha never owed her anything.
No matter how pitiful she was, she didn't have the right to destroy Foo Wencha's lifelong happiness.
Zhou Chenqing pressed the philtrum point on Zhou Chenlan for a long time before Zhou Chenlan slowly opened her eyes.
