"Yes, gone."
He nodded, his tone as flat as his expression.
Qi Miao looked at his indifferent reaction, hesitated in her heart, and then thought of sothing, sinking her heart further.
She thought Qi Ming didn’t know that this child was "pushed" away by his own younger sister.
Her face imdiately showed a grief-stricken expression, struggling down from the bed and grabbing Qi Ming’s hand, refusing to let go.
"It’s your sister, it’s your sister who took our child away, Second Brother, it’s your sister!!!"
She croaked, crying hysterically.
But despite her outburst, Qi Ming’s expression remained unchanged, as if the whole matter had nothing to do with him.
Qi Miao’s heart grew more and more nervous as she continued to think about it. Gradually, her crying subsided, and with her tear-stained face, she looked at him and said:
"Is it because you’re tired of now, that even our child doesn’t matter to you?"
Qi Miao looked at Qi Ming like this, truly afraid that her last move would be ineffective, and her emotions beca genuinely agitated.
"Qi Ming, don’t you have a conscience? Don’t you have a conscience? He’s our child! He died in your sister’s hands before he even ca into this world! Do you still have a conscience!"
She cried her heart out, and her hand struck Qi Ming’s chest with force.
But Qi Ming’s heart seed to be completely numb. He didn’t even furrow his eyebrows at her display.
His calm reaction made Qi Miao’s heart more and more anxious.
Whether it was because Qi Ming knew her plot or just wanted to protect their Qi family and his younger sister, Xia Yumo.
Whether it was the forr or the latter, Qi Ming’s reaction was not good news for her.
Qi Ming waited for her to finish crying and making a scene before he slowly turned his gaze to her and asked calmly:
"Alright, tell , how did my sister kill this child?"
Qi Miao’s face faltered, her hysterical performance did not arouse Qi Ming’s emotions, which made her anxiety even stronger.
But since Qi Ming asked, she couldn’t help but respond, and had to continue her act.
Seeing her sneer at him, she said, "Why don’t you ask your sister what she did to this child?"
"Let him ask? Aren’t you afraid that he’ll be deceived by us?"
Just then, a mocking female voice ca from outside the ward.
Accompanying the voice were Chu Peixian and Xia Yumo.
Upon seeing them, Qi Miao’s heart skipped a beat, and her pupils contracted slightly with fear.
"What are you here for?"
In order to make her act more realistic, she no longer used her previous ingratiating expression towards Chu Peixian, but rather displayed a deep hatred from the bottom of her eyes.
Chu Peixian looked at Qi Miao as if she was a laughable clown, and said with a smile:
"I ca to see how real your acting is, and by the way, help you apply for an Oscar Award."
Qi Miao’s eyes grew cold, and she smiled:
"Does Mrs. Qi think her family has power and influence, so she can cover the sky with one hand and then bite back?"
She pointed at her flat stomach, her laughter carrying a bit of shrillness, "My child is gone, do you think I’ll still be afraid of you? I won’t let you off for not giving my child an explanation, nor will I let go of the murderer who killed my child."
As she said this, her gaze deliberately looked at Xia Yumo’s face.
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