Zhao Mengqing felt more and more guilty, and her heart was very uneasy. Why didn’t Miss Bai say that you were so in love and had a child at that time? If she had said something, I’m sure I wouldn’t want it. She was a little incoherent. She must have eaten a lot of bitterness when she was a woman with a child. Now she must need you more than I do.

I’m a bad woman. Zhao Mengqing’s conscience…