Xiang Madame frantically shook her hand.

"Feng Ziqing, I want you and this wild seed of the Ling family to repay my son's debt for the rest of your life!!"

"Smack!"

Xiang Yi's coffin suddenly made a crisp sound.

Everyone's bodies couldn't help but tremble suddenly, and they turned their heads in horror.

Mrs. Xiang's crying also stopped abruptly at that moment, and she subconsciously shrank back to the maid behind her.

"What's going on?"

"Click!"

There was another cracking sound.

"Could it be the sound of wood expanding?" Someone muttered quietly.

Knowledgeable people immediately jumped out and objected: "No! These coffins have been made for more than ten years, and they will no longer expand and contract......"

Besides, the coffins that can be put on the coffin that can be put on the ear are all of the best wood.

There will be no thermal expansion and contraction!

Before the words fell, the coffin was another "click".

Someone once again opened his brain: "It won't be that Young Master Yi feels that he died unjustly...... Die with a grievance or everlasting regret! ”

The credibility of this sentence is very high!

Especially Mrs. Xiang, who suddenly wailed and threw herself into the coffin.

"Son, my mother knows that you don't blink an eye......"

In the flash, she crashed into Feng Ziqing in a rage, knocking her out of the defenseless instant.

"Ah......h

Feng Ziqing's lower abdomen was suddenly attacked, and endless pain instantly spread all over his body.

"It hurts so much......"

A stream of heat burst out of his body, making Feng Ziqing's heart pause with despair.

"No ......"

She seemed to forget the heart-rending pain in her abdomen, and her eyes looked nervously at her dress.

A touch of red quickly spread out, like a poignant manju sawa.

"Ah......h

In the desperate screams, she could no longer hold it and collapsed to the ground.

The screams of the maids also came suddenly at that moment: "The young lady has bled ......"

She was only two months pregnant, and seeing blood meant that the child could not be saved.

Mrs. Xiang seemed to be stunned for a while, she stood by the coffin in a daze, her hair was messy, and her eyes were swollen like walnuts.

The mourning hall fell into a brief silence again, only Feng Ziqing's screams.

No one stepped forward, not even the maids on either side.

Without Mrs. Xiang's permission, they did not dare to interfere.

Everyone looked at Feng Ziqing, who was curled up and fell to the ground, rolling and crying with his stomach in his arms, but no one stepped forward to help.

In the sound of small footsteps, the corners of a white coat sank in.

The moment he saw the white clothes, Feng Ziqing's consciousness was a little blurred for a moment.

"You ......"

She was hoarse and wanted to ask, but she was torn by the pain between her lower abdomen, and the pain was indescribable.

Ling Luoyu stood beside her, condescending, looking at her quietly.

"I'm just asking you...... Who the hell is this kid?! ”

The fingertips flipped and three golden needles broke.

"You know, I have the power to save your life, but kid...... It depends on what you mean! ”

Feng Ziqing closed his eyes in pain: "The second master and I are innocent...... We don't have anything! ”

Ling Luoyu's suddenness sank: "Feng Ziqing, you are a smart person, you should know which answer is now that can allow me to keep your child!" ”

If this child is really Ling Yunxi, then even if he does his best, Ling Luoyu will also keep the child.

But if it was Xiang Yi, she would never take action to protect the fetus.

So Feng Ziqing can completely say that this child belongs to her and Ling Yunxi.

As long as this is the case, the child can be saved.

Feng Ziqing's eyes slowly opened, although his face was pale, he still looked at Ling Luoyu fixedly.

"Three less...... You don't believe me! Don't you still believe your second uncle?! ”