As soon as Qiao Mo touched her hand, she was pushed away by Qiao Yun.
Although she was ill, her strength was not small.
This push made Qiao Mo stagger, nearly falling to the ground.
Fortunately, there was a coffee table not far behind her, which buffered her fall a little. But even so, the edge of the coffee table still knocked against her calf, causing a burning pain.
Qiao Mo did not step forward again and just stood coldly in place.
She did not expect Qiao Yun to react so strongly; she did not want to joke about her own child.
And at this moment, Aunt Yang heard the commotion and hurriedly pushed the door open and ran in.
At the instant she saw Qiao Mo, she also froze in place.
"Xiao... Xiao Mo?" Aunt Yang's eyes were a bit red, staring at her in a daze, momentarily forgetting to speak.
