Looking at the expression on Yang Qinglian’s face, Xia He suddenly realized something. She stepped backward, and backward.
"You! It’s you! What have you done to me? What have you done to my child!?" Pointing at Yang Qinglian with trembling fingers, Xia He questioned her accusingly.
Yang Qinglian didn’t even try to pretend. She laughed, in triumph, "What have I done to you? Naturally, I just don’t want you to be able to give birth to a child for my Zechuan. Think about it, if you were to die and leaving behind a child for him, would I, the stepmother, ever love that child? So do yourself and your child a favor, just die and bring him with you!"