Returning to her office with the medicine, Song Jiaying poured a cup of warm water, held a mouthful, placed the small pill in her palm, just about to swallow, when Jiang Yingying's words came to mind.
"This medicine, although useful, is ultimately not good for the body, avoid taking it if you can. Besides, these things don't happen to you often, it's not that easy to conceive. And even if you do, it's not just anyone, it's Tianyi's father, having one more doesn't matter," she said.
Angry, Song Jiaying wanted to strangle her at that moment, wasn't this a curse on her?
