C420 A Pregnant Woman's Taste Is Really Picky

The front door was opened and closed again.

Meng Dalin bent down in anger and lifted the crystal fruit plate on the coffee table. She threw it out, "Get lost, all of you get lost!"

The apples on the fruit plate scattered all over the floor. Along with the shattering sound of the crystal fruit tray, she fell onto the sofa and tears welled up in her eyes.

Yin Chen was at fault in the first place