"Ah..." Wang Qinghua screamed, her fingers clutching Mrs. Song's arm with extraordinary force, her long nails digging into Mrs. Song's skin: "Song Chengguang, you short-lived ghost, just wait, I won't let you get away with this..." Even though her stomach was acting up, it didn't affect her ability to curse at all.
Mrs. Song's arm was clenched by Wang Qinghua. She endured the pain without a word, but hearing Wang Qinghua curse her grandson and seeing the three children sobbing uncontrollably nestled in the middle of the wooden bed nearly broke her heart. However, as Wang Qinghua was in labor, she couldn't afford to specifically comfort the three children.
Moreover, given Wang Qinghua's fury at that moment, Mrs. Song didn't really understand the specifics of the situation, but she knew she couldn't protect Song Chengguang and the others, or else Wang Qinghua would only hurl even uglier insults, and things would get even messier.
