"You're already married, but you're still thinking about the Peng family's things. Shame on you! Open the door!"

Wan Jingjing was pregnant, and even though she had good manners, she was still furious when she heard the false accusations outside the door.

Pang Meiting's movements soon attracted the attention of many families in the alley.

This forced Wan's parents to open the door and deal with it.

"Don't talk nonsense here. My daughter has nothing to do with the Peng family anymore. Leave now."

"Why leave? If she's alright, then let Wan Jingjing come out to see me!" Pang Meiting spat, "If she's not guilty, then why is she hiding?"

"Who said I was hiding?"

Wan Jingjing's voice was small but clear and powerful.

Pang Meiting was immediately covered up.

She looked at the people walking out of the yard, and the fire of jealousy surged again.

Also during her pregnancy, Pang Meiting gained nearly 50 kilograms for the sake of nutrition for her child.

It was another boy, with a black and yellow face.

In short, he was in a terrible state and had difficulty walking.

But Wan Jingjing has basically not changed, and is as graceful as a young boy.

Her face just looks a little fuller, but more charming.

It is said that comparing yourself with others will only make you angry.

Pang Meiting blurted out: "Slut, vixen, you're coveting other people's property, you didn't give birth to a son!"

"Someone like you would have been killed in our village long ago!"

"Wan Jingjing you—ah!"

Pang Meiting was still chattering when she was suddenly slapped hard in the face.

The slap was so heavy that both teeth flew out and landed in front of passersby.

Ying Kui looked at Pang Meiting with a gloomy look and clenched his teeth.