"If you're smart, you'd take a good look at yourself and see if you're worthy of Yeh Cangqiong. If not, you should behave yourself to avoid being despised." He Miner's voice gradually became blurred and twisted.
Chi Xiaoyu's lower abdomen was becoming more and more painful. She knew it was her baby gradually being separated from her body.
She struggled desperately, trying to stand up.
But she couldn't. The pain had completely drained her of all her strength.
She arduously flipped open her bag, took out her phone, and wanted to call Yeh Cangqiong... She was very upset, fearing that the child could not be saved.
A foot kicked over, and her phone instantly flew out.
She reached out to pick up the phone, but a force pushed her again, causing her to roll down the steps.
After a whirlwind of spinning, her lower abdomen hit a column, and she felt a warm liquid flow down her arm.
Baby!!
My baby!!
Her heart was in complete despair.
He Miner bent down to look at her.
