C217 Twelve Hours of Work

But Xia Wennuan clearly knew that Mo Shaoqing's next sentence would be, or else he would take her child out.

Or kill her when she was born?

Xia Wennuan did not dare to imagine what Mo Shaoqing would do. Her small hands could only protect her lower abdomen. She vigilantly looked at Mo Shaoqing and shook her head, her face full of panic.

"Even if you don't want to, you must have my child