"Su Xiaoyue, what are you talking about? Mingyu was carried by me for ten months before birth, he's a piece of flesh that fell from my body, how could I possibly hope that something would happen to him? I think it's you who wishes something would happen to him."
Yan Ruoting retorted with equal strength, her pale and pretty face streaked with tears once again.
"You know that Mingyu was carried by you for ten months before birth, so who abandoned Mingyu back in those days? What right do you have now to yell at Xiaoyue?" Before Su Xiaoyue and Fan Shaoming could rebut Yan Ruoting, the outspoken Xia Ying jumped in with a few words of criticism towards her.
In front of Xia Ying, Yan Ruoting had never experienced the lengths Xia Ying would go to in order to protect her friends.
