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... ly 24. As long as he was willing to wait, she was willing to give up everything in order to bear his children.


Mo Yixuan’s brows rose and his expression immediately changed when she uttered the words, “abort the baby”.


“What did you just say?” He asked He Xiyan, his gaze turning cold.


Xiyan bit her lips and her chest rose and fell rapidly as she became more agitated. Her heart squeezed when she clocked his change in expression and she even started to become fearful. ...

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