"Forget it, let's just pretend I was never here. You don't want this child, I do. Worst comes to worst, I'll just leave this place with it."
Gong Beiyao stared in shock, his eyes widening: "Sheng Qianxia!"
Sheng Qianxia just coldly pressed a dining knife against her throat until it drew blood, "Don't come any closer! If you dare to touch it, I'll dare to die!"
Before Sheng Qianxia could finish speaking, a plate flew out of his hand, cutting through the air and knocking the dining knife from her grasp.
Sheng Qianxia silently collapsed to the ground, staring at him with eyes full of hatred.
Gong Beiyao bent over anxiously to check her injuries, "Is your hand hurt? Let me see?"
Sheng Qianxia fiercely shrugged off his hand.
Gong Beiyao's expression turned cold, "In that case, someone brings me the medicine."
Hearing his words, Sheng Qianxia began to resist frantically. "I don't want to drink it, let me go!!"
Gong Beiyao gripped her wrist, preventing her from moving.
