Su Ninglu circled around to face Shu Qiqi, her hand gently caressing her belly, "You must know by now, I'm carrying Yichen's child."
"So what?" Shu Qiqi's hands clenched slightly, her eyes cool as she stared at the woman before her.
"Nothing much, I just want to say that your marriage contract with Yichen has ended, and Yichen is hesitant to rush you out because of your leg injury. Shouldn't you take the hint and leave on your own?"
Su Ninglu's words pierced Shu Qiqi's heart like a knife, leaving it bloodied.
"Sister, I don't think you'd want me to tell the old lady about this, right?"
Mention of Mrs. Leng pained Shu Qiqi's heart once more.
"You wouldn't dare."
"It all depends on what Sister decides to do."
Su Ninglu turned and left with an air of arrogance.
Why, why must everyone press her like this, what had she done wrong?
Shu Qiqi entered the studio with tears brimming in her eyes.