Lin Qiaoqiao continued her hysterical laughter, repeating only one sentence.
"Xiao Moli, you will regret this, you will regret it."
Xiao Yining snorted, and with a firm grip, pulled the scalpel out from her palm.
He stabbed it again into her wrist, blood splattering.
Lin Qiaoqiao screamed and struggled in agony, thrashing back and forth on the bed.
Until her hands and feet were all bloodied and mangled.
Lin Qiaoqiao kept screaming but refused to say anything, laughing maniacally instead.
Xiao Yining frowned, about to speak, when he saw the large bloodstain spreading suddenly on the white sheets beneath Lin Qiaoqiao.
Her face was twisted, evidently enduring immense pain at the moment.
Xiao Moli saw it too, his expression changing slightly, despite all his warnings, it seemed those guarding outside weren't vigilant enough.
Though he wasn't sure what tricks this woman had pulled, from the current situation, it was a sign of miscarriage.
