Zhu Jianian's words completely enraged Nan Huiru.
It was only at this moment that she finally saw the sinister heart beneath Zhu Jianian's good looks.
"Enough, Jianian!" Nan Huiru shouted sternly, cutting her off, "No matter what, Ji Wei is carrying my grandchild. You killed my grandchild!"
Zhu Jianian was stunned by Nan Huiru's outburst, staring at her blankly, her mind a complete blank.
Shen Yu, hearing Nan Huiru's shouting from the hallway, quickly walked in.
"Huiru, Jianian, what happened? If there's something to say, let's say it calmly." Shen Yu tried to ease the tension.
"Aunt Huiru, do you not like me anymore?"
Zhu Jianian felt a deep panic. Nan Huiru had always been her strongest supporter. As long as Nan Huiru supported her, she believed Gu Moqian would accept her sooner or later.
But now, Nan Huiru harbored disgust and anger toward her.
This was not a good sign.
Nan Huiru clenched her teeth tightly, trembling all over from anger.
