Qiao Ling's eyes narrowed involuntarily.
Seeing this child, she couldn't help but think of the child she had lost.
Although she didn't love that man, it was still her child. Moreover, if it weren't for Su Li, she wouldn't have been so miserable.
Perhaps it was because of too much hatred, perhaps the things she had experienced were something she couldn't accept, perhaps those things were too tragic for her, so much so that she needed an object to blame, and that object was none other than Su Li, who had taken away the love of her life.
Su Li was the source of her tragic fate. If not for her, Wei Chengfeng would still be hers, she would have been together with Wei Chengfeng, and there wouldn't be all those troubles afterward. And she, not only had a child with him, but had three. How could she not hate that?
