C130 All Night Long It Had Been Noisy

Outside the door, Lin Jing, who was already pregnant and holding a bowl of ginseng soup, lowered her head. Her eyes were terrifyingly cold.

She had already tried so hard, so why was Cong Han's gaze still on Shen Chuwei's body?

Would Cong Han's heart return to her only when the splash disappeared?

Lin Jing lowered her head and rubbed her stomach, a ruthless glint flashing across her eyes