Meng Yue looked at her husband's relaxed expression, but her heart ached to the extreme.
Their daughter had escaped danger, she had survived, but what about Yuan'er's daughter!
Little Tiantian, who always wore skirts and followed them around, calling her "Aunt Yueyue" and "beautiful mommy," would never wake up again.
Although Meng Yue was relieved that it wasn't her own daughter who died, human hearts are made of flesh, and since Tang Xintian had always been obedient and well-behaved, Meng Yue had watched her grow up; she couldn't believe and never doubted that Tang Xintian could push her daughter into a pit.
She was still so young, even if she had done such a thing, perhaps, it was just for fun.
At that moment, the police were still investigating, and everything was unknown, but Meng Yue had already concluded that Bai Yuejie might have exaggerated things, and Bai Zhengyuan always doted on his daughter and naturally took his daughter's words for granted without question.
