This urgent counter-question was actually the most obvious struggle in her heart, she loved Gong Beiming!
"The child?"
Mo Yunqi stared at Chi Xiaoyu's slightly bulging belly, a trace of heartache flashing across her eyes. She sighed heavily.
"Xiao Yu," Mo Yunqi said, "I will discuss this matter with your uncle to see what we can do. Don't worry, we'll find a solution."
Throughout the entire day, Chi Xiaoyu's world was in turmoil. Her mind was in a constant state of panic, unable to recover.
Her phone kept ringing, all from Gong Beiming.
She was also undecided now, not knowing what to say.
Jiang Chuyun actually imprisoned a three- or four-year-old child, how twisted was that... Now that she was a mother herself, she understood Mo Yunqi's feelings very clearly.
If someone stole her child, she would never be able to forgive them.
But this abhorrent person was Gong Beiming's mother. What should she do?
The phone kept ringing.
After a long time, it finally stopped.