Zhou Hongyu is an outcast among peers—enjoying hardship with arrogance and being mentally ahead of her time.
One day she dreams and enjoys half a lifetime of happiness that her two sons an...
Liu Laoguai: !!!
That's my child. What's the point of threatening her?
Liu Yujie doesn't care. What you're doing only threatens me!
Without a second thought, Liu Laoguai dialed a number.
Qi Fenglian smiled with satisfaction. That's more like it. Why were you dawdling before?
Old Liu has always had bad luck, and this time was no different; no one answered his call.
Qi Fenglian's mood shifted from sunny to cloudy, and her teeth began to chatter.
Old Liu glanced nervously at her still-flat stomach and tried his best to reassure her: "I'll keep calling until she answers!"
The second time, Liu Laoguai got lucky; the call was answered very quickly.
"Yujie, I'm begging you, you have to give me this thousand yuan... Brother-in-law?!"
Upon hearing the unfamiliar voice on the other end of the phone, Liu Laoguai instantly felt uneasy, and all the words he had prepared suddenly vanished.
He kept stammering for a while, until Qi Fenglian snatched the phone away in her haste.
"Brother-in-law, it's me, your sister-in-law!"
Song Qingyun leaned back on the sofa, looking impatient, but her reply was surprisingly calm: "Sister-in-law, is there anything wrong at home?"
Recently, Liu Yujie has been making frequent small moves. Song Qingyun sent people to the hospital, but then nothing happened. It's as if a powerful hand is guiding her every move, which is chilling.
This feeling greatly annoyed Song Qingyun, the pride of heaven.
He discovered through the wiretap that a repeated number was calling Liu Yujie repeatedly, as if there was something urgent that required Liu Yujie's intervention.
He couldn't resist going back to his room to answer the call.