"What do you want?" Song Qian asked.
The snotty-nosed man said, "I won't pursue this matter as long as she transfers the hot pot shop to me."
...
Song Qian's gaze fell on the snotty-nosed man.
He thought to himself that he had quite an appetite.
What they wanted wasn't money, but the hen that lays eggs.
"You want my shop? No way..."
“Give it to me!” Futu stood up. “Mother, you are pregnant and need to take care of your health. If you can give birth to the child, you can get more wealth than you could ever want. If you don’t want the shop, so be it. When you have the child later… you can just take the shop back!”
The original plan was to steer the case to a verdict in court and close the case.
But now, why close the door if you can avoid doing so?
Just forward it to the snotty guy.
They dare to transfer it, but does he dare to take it?
It's just a name attached.
On the surface, the shop doesn't belong to their own family.
Song Qian stared at Su Jiaoniang's belly, his malice growing even stronger. He wanted to gain status through a son, to give birth to a son for the prince of Qi? Dream on!
He wants to take away her shop first, and then take away her child.
It left her living in despair.
...
Su Jiaoniang felt the malice directed at her, couldn't help but twitch her lips, and finally nodded.
"I don't want the shop anymore."
The matter seemed to be resolved, and Su Jiaoniang left the courtroom.
Futu held her hand.
He carefully protected her while they walked.
It was as if she were really pregnant.
Su Jiaoniang looked at the pagoda, especially the position where the child was standing. To outsiders, it seemed like the child was protecting her, but from her professional perspective, the child's position could shield her from any sudden danger.
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