Li Axiu was about to get up when she saw Lin Yaru curled up on the floor. Ever since Lin Yaru got pregnant, she had been especially sensitive to the cold. Even in such hot weather, she needed a blanket to sleep.
"Yaru, let me help you to the bed first." Li Axiu's heart ached seeing her daughter on the floor. It would be a problem if she caught a cold; medicine could affect the baby.
"Mom, don't touch me. My stomach hurts. I'll just lie here on the floor. Please, go quickly and come back soon." To prove her point, Lin Yaru let out pained groans from time to time.
Li Axiu didn't dare to delay. She turned and ran out, heading for the Jie Family's home.
After Li Axiu left, Lin Yaru climbed up from the floor. There wasn't a trace of pain on her face, only the triumphant joy of a scheme about to succeed.
