"Xiao Heng."
Meng Jingyi exclaimed, looking at Xiao Heng, whose face was covered in blood, and then her gaze fell on Ding Chen Tai.
The pain beneath reminded Meng Jingyi that she might not be able to keep her child. In an instant, all the resentment from her past life surged forth, the grudges of two lifetimes accumulated together and exploded, "Ding, Chen, Tai."
Ding Chen Tai's body suddenly froze as he looked at her.
Meng Jingyi picked up a nearby vase and smashed it violently over his head.
"Bang" the vase shattered, pieces scattered everywhere, and blood on his head.
Ding Chen Tai's body trembled violently, but he didn't fall. He stared intensely at Meng Jingyi, his hand slowly rising to wipe across his forehead, his fingertips covered in warm blood.
He glanced at the bright red blood, then stared blankly at Meng Jingyi.
Meng Jingyi still held the neck of the broken vase, her voice unnaturally calm, "Ding Chen Tai, let's go to hell together!"
