"Miss Shuangshuang, I hate her too. I hate how ruthless she is. It's one thing if she wants me dead, but she won't even spare the child in my belly.
But after the hate, I feel sorry for her. Maybe everything she fought for her whole life, what she thought she wanted, was never really the way she imagined it!"
Inside Taohua, there were countless contradictions, countless knots in her heart.
Today, she almost rushed out to question Ruan Xiao Jiao, demanding why she wanted her dead.
It was thinking of what Mu Shuangshuang said to her that she forcibly suppressed this urge.
"Taohua, as an outsider, I truly have no stance in this matter, but I still hope that for the sake of the child, you can set aside your hatred for now! You should forget those unpleasant things, as the child can sense your emotions, even though he is so small!"
Mu Shuangshuang said.
She hoped Taohua wouldn't be blinded by hatred. A person whose heart is filled with hatred can never find happiness.
