"Little bitch, if you dare, go change your blood, I can get you a paternity test at any minute, you just wait and see, you think you can live a carefree life, I won't let you have your way."
"If your younger brother doesn't have a good life, you shouldn't expect one either!"
Qi Miao finished packing, and accompanied by Qi Ming, prepared to go to the hospital for a prenatal check-up.
After getting in the car, her heart palpitations became even more obvious, and her face grew paler and paler.
"Miaomiao, what's wrong with you?"
Qi Ming saw her face getting worse and worse, and his worry deepened.
"It's nothing, I don't know why, but I feel a little panicked in my heart."
She touched her chest and casually responded to Qi Ming, who, at this moment, had no idea that Zhang Qin was causing a ruckus outside.
"Maybe it's because of the pregnancy, when we get to the hospital later, we can ask the doctor."
"Okay."