Yu Jingrong stepped back two steps, walking a bit further with Gu Sheng, stopping in the middle of the corridor from the front hall to the back door. Her heart sank straight down.
She gently touched her belly. As a soon-to-be mother, the conversation between Xiang Qingyun and that woman just now had left her deeply alarmed.
Previously, when Xin Xiaozhen had asked her whether she should marry, she hadn't been aware of Xiang Qingyun's true nature and had casually told Xin Xiaozhen to make her own decision. However, after hearing the earlier exchange, there was no way she could allow Xin Xiaozhen to marry Xiang Qingyun.
This man was utterly venomous. If Xiaozhen truly married him, who knew how badly she'd suffer under his hands.
Leaving aside the past that Xin Xiaozhen and her brother had shared—a relationship that had almost made Xin Xiaozhen her sister-in-law—Xin Xiaozhen was still her friend. She couldn't just stand by and watch her friend jump into the fire.
