The lime was stained red all over the ground.
Her face twisted with pain...
Mo Beiyan pointed the gun directly at her, and in his gaze, there was a ruthlessness unmatched by others, "Say another useless word?!"
Su Qingtian's eyes widened in disbelief, she laughed intermittently, "Eldest Young Master, go ahead, even if you beat me to death, it won't change this fact... Second Young Master, must you treat her like a treasure?"
She collapsed in pain, crying and laughing, "Back then, she was over five months pregnant, and you lay in bed for more than four months. Even when you woke up, I saw with my own eyes that you had to hold onto the door frame to get to the doorway, that you only took a few steps before crumpling to the ground in pain... You were barely able to function at the wedding..."
Tong Ran's whole body shuddered, as if struck by lightning.
Her face turned deathly pale in an instant.
