Ruan Huaizhu nodded: "Mom, why are you still worried about clothes? Look at my second sister, I don't know how to help her."
Song Ji was speechless; at that moment, he could only silently chant Amitabha Buddha's name.
She hoped that all the gods and Buddhas in the sky could make it easier for her daughter to give birth to the child.
These two children were what they had been longing for, and they never expected that their daughter would suffer so much at this time!
Ruan Qingling's few mouthfuls of porridge had by then completely disappeared.
Even if she drank a few sips of ginseng soup, it had already been digested.
Song Ji said to Ruan Huaizhu, "Go outside now and have someone cook a bowl of fish head porridge for your sister. Bring it over quickly, don't delay."
She then brought Ruan Qingling two more sips of ginseng soup, saying, "Have two more sips."
At this moment, Ruan Qingling was like a fish caught on the shore, only able to open her mouth wide.
The pain was so intense that I almost lost all consciousness.
At three o'clock in the morning, a fierce scene unfolded on the mountain road.
The fighting was fierce, and the ground was a complete mess.
Liangkun escaped.
Song Shiting and another person are chasing him.
This time, the troops were dispatched, and the commander was Nguyen Hoai Quoc.
Song Shiting and his accomplice worked together to catch the goods and the people involved in the operation red-handed.
This is the largest shipment ever made, and also the biggest deal Liangkun has done in recent years.
These goods were intended to be taken out of the country as tea, but despite his careful efforts, he ended up losing his business in a ditch.
For him, it was an utter disgrace.
He was determined to kill the person who had caused him to lose everything.
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