C341 Nine Dead and One Alive

Mi Qiao was lying alone on the bed in the empty room.

Xing Mowei had not shown his face for several days. He must hate himself for treating her as his enemy.

Mi Qiao's tears flowed uncontrollably, falling onto her huge belly.

She felt so bad that her heart had been tightened with a steel wire and sunk deep into her flesh.

Xing Mowei, how can you treat me like this?

She felt so innocent