C497 A Dog of Qin Su

A dog of Qin Su.

Yan Anxi listened indifferently. She knew that Mu Chiyao was definitely throwing something again.

Her hand slowly placed on her abdomen. There was no longer any familiar faint protrusion. It was flat and flat.

Her child. . .

Downstairs, in the living room.

Mu Chiyao went downstairs without saying a word. Without saying a word, he smashed a vase with a wave of his hand