He hurriedly ran over, helping Lin Zishuang up from the ground. Looking up, he saw Qiao Man holding a knife, standing there.
Feng Tianyou's gaze frightened Qiao Man, as if she had seen death itself.
For a moment, she was frozen there, unable to move her feet.
Feng Tianyou couldn't care less about that woman and gently caressed Lin Zishuang's face, "Shuang'er, how are you? Don't scare me."
Lin Zishuang felt a dull pain coming from her stomach, as if something was flowing out. A bad premonition surged in her mind.
"My stomach hurts... Tianyou... the baby..."
With those words, Lin Zishuang couldn't hold on any longer and fainted.
Feng Tianyou heard her complain of stomach pain and then mention the baby, and he suddenly became terrified.
Shuang'er had been sleeping a lot lately and often complained of hunger.
When she was with him before, she never got so hungry at night that she couldn't sleep.
