Qin Ou’s words only agitated Su Qingyu further. A savage twist marred her delicate features as she snarled,
“So he’s innocent? And my dead child isn’t? He’s the one who should be dead!”
Su Qingyu clutched at her chest, a radical despair twisting her face. “If he had never been born, my baby would still be alive.”
“You’re losing your mind. How can you even think something so twisted? Yuyu, please,
















