Nuan Nuan looked at her face and suddenly remembered that she was the Wen Po who delivered her baby.
He grabbed her wrist and hissed: "Where is my child?"
Hearing this, the woman's face changed, and she lowered her head in fear, not daring to look at her.
"Nuan Nuan," a faint voice sounded: "Child, you have seen it."
"I don't want you to be too sad, I've already taken care of it!"[
Nuan Nuan's eyes were filled with fire, and she slowly raised her head, looking at him with a sigh, but more of an indifferent expression.
The grief and anger in her heart reached the extreme. She was pregnant for ten months and the child she had worked so hard to give birth to was disposed of by him after just one look.
"Han Qi, I hate you, I hate you!" She struggled to get up from the bed.
The torn wound was so painful that she couldn't even stand up.