Jiang Yixiu's eyes slowly filled with horror, "Explain yourself clearly, what medicine did you give?"
"...I didn't know at first either." The man trembled, "At the time, she told me it was some kind of health tonic. I was muddle-headed and believed her. Later, I took the medicine to someone else, and they said... it was abortion pills. Mr. Jiang, I know I was wrong."
Jiang Yixiu could no longer contain his excitement, his eyes filled with disbelief as he looked at Luo Yan, whose face was already pale, "Is what he said true?"
"No, of course it's not true." Luo Yan made a last-ditch struggle; she never thought this man would betray her in the end.
Just as Jiang Yixiu was about to speak, the door, which had been tightly closed, suddenly opened. It was Old Madam Jiang standing there, skeletal and weak. Before anyone could react, she walked up to Luo Yan and directly slapped her—
"So, my poor grandson was killed by you, wasn't he?"
