C290 Was the Taste of Abortion Pleasant

Moh Feicheng sat in his office, his mind in a mess.

He had just received the news that his wedding would be next Saturday. Moh Feicheng's heart felt like it was being stabbed by a knife. When he thought about how he would live with the same emotionless person for the rest of his life, that kind of pain began to torture him.

"Xiaocheng!" Suddenly, a familiar voice appeared in Moh Feicheng's ears