Tang Yuyan raised her eyes, looking at Gu Qiangwei, "Your child?"
"Yes, my child, and the one killed by Nangong Feifei."
Upon hearing this, the resentment in Tang Yuyan's heart grew even thicker.
But at the same time, she thought of her husband. Although she had no particular feelings for Nangong Feifei, after all, she was Mingchuan's own flesh and blood.
Could he really harden his heart?
With this thought, she couldn't help but look towards her husband, Nangong Mingchuan.
Meeting her gaze, Nangong Mingchuan also gave his answer, "Don't worry, if Feifei truly bears the burden of so many lives, I will not indulge her."
After all, he had raised her for over twenty years as his own blood, and to say he felt no affection would be a falsehood. But too many wrongdoings lead to self-destruction; all of this was Feifei's own doing.
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During dinner, Gu Qiangwei didn't leave either, staying in the hospital room with her parents and eating boxed meals that were both delicious and warm.
