In fact, it was only after getting to know her that Song Qingdai was actually a dagger hidden in her cotton wool.

There is a knife hidden in tenderness.

But for Gao Han, Song Qingdai's gentleness is the poison that can take his life.

No matter what kind of Song Qingdai she is, she is his favorite.

"You!" Zhuang Mingxiu's face turned pale, even a little embarrassed.

She thought Song Qingdai knew nothing, but she didn't expect that she saw everything and her mind was as clear as a mirror.

"You really don't know what's good for you!" Zhou Yaqin was also angry.

Pointing at Song Qingdai's nose, he scolded: "You are a country girl, it's good enough that my mother brings something to see you, and you don't know how to be grateful!"

"You are such a pregnant woman. What kind of mother you are? The child you give birth to won't be any better!"

"For someone like you who doesn't know how to help others, you'd better pray that the two little ones in your belly can be born safely!"

"Zhou Yaqin, can you say another word to me?"

When Ren Nana heard this, she got angry.

She glared at Zhou Yaqin fiercely, her face turning red with anger.

Isn't this a curse on the baby in Song Qingdai's belly?

She couldn't understand how someone could say such words to curse a pregnant woman!

Zhou Yaqin had long been fed up with Ren Nana, and immediately shouted, "Why? Isn't she just a bumpkin who thinks she can show off just because she married an officer?"

"How can a person like her get pregnant with a good baby? In my opinion, even if she gives birth to a baby, it won't be a good thing!"

When people get angry, they say things without thinking.

Ren Nana was so angry that she rushed over and slapped Zhou Yaqin.

"Just shut up!"

"Ren Nana, you dare to hit me?" Zhou Yaqin looked at Ren Nana in disbelief, and the two soon started fighting each other.

One hour later.

In the office of Heping Compound.

Ren Jianjun looked at his daughter whose hair was a mess.

The old face was as gloomy as water.

Looking at Zhuang Mingxiu's woman Zhou Yaqin, there were even more bloodstains on her face.

Apart from her messy hair, Ren Nana didn't suffer any injuries, just some scratches.

Ren Jianjun breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, my daughter was not injured. It seems that we won the fight.

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