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"Xiran, don't say that …"

Rong Lan pulled over a chair and sat in front of Gu Xiran.

"Xiran, hurry up and take back what you just said. The child is already seven months old and will be born in two more months … "

"Aunt Lan …"

The pressure in her stomach made Gu Xiran crumble. She looked at her bulging belly and tears started rolling down her cheeks