Li Dongmei couldn't help crying while holding the child's and Bai Shan's clothes.

Li Zhenghao stood outside the door and stared at this scene in a daze, feeling like a mixed bottle of five flavors in his heart, and it was not a pleasant taste.

They are fine now, but Bai Shan's life and death are unknown. A sense of depression rose in his heart, wishing he could see Bai Shan and his little cute and mellow nephew right now.

No one expected that Bai Ling would only come back in the early morning, and her body was stained with a lot of stench and bright red blood.

The eggs were well wrapped and not broken.