There was a bloodthirsty gleam in Lu Mian's dark eyes.
"But, I can."
Her words were like a beat of a drum.
Lu Mian couldn't stand seeing Sui Yuan cry. Whenever she shed tears, Lu Mian could not suppress the seething anger within her.
All notions of a peaceful life, all nonchalance, all calm and composed façades were shoved aside. All she wanted now was to stand up for Sui Yuan.
Lu Mian stepped forward, stared at Xi Mei's belly, and smiled playfully, "Having a mother like you is the greatest sorrow for this child."
With those words, she raised her hand, signaling Ya Ling to proceed with the surgery.
This was why she had brought Ya Ling in the first place.
Xi Mei took a big step back, hurriedly hiding behind her husband, continuously screaming, "You've already saved one! You can't do this! No one dares harm my son!"
Son...
Lu Mian sneered. Even at this moment, they were still harping about having a son.
What did girls mean to them?
