"Mom, I don't want to die!"
In South City, at the hospital, Gu Mingzhu held the report that had just been handed to her. She should have been happy, yet, when she saw the blood type, she felt upset.
"Mingzhu, don't panic, let's talk this through clearly," Fang Yue rushed over after receiving a call from Gu Mingzhu.
"Mom, look."
Gu Mingzhu handed over the report.
Fang Yue skimmed it quickly, then looked down at her stomach and asked, "Could it be that it's not Xiaojing's?"
Gu Mingzhu was already worried and after hearing her words, looked at her incredulously as if the person who had spoken wasn't her own mother.
Gu Mingzhu, both embarrassed and annoyed, retorted, "Mom, what are you talking about?"
