Upon hearing this, Hu Jiaojiao grasped at straws and rushed to Mu Haotian's side, grabbing his arms with both hands in a panic and pleading for help: "Old Mr. Mu, if you don't take care of Meihui, your grandson might be gone."
As she spoke, she unconsciously placed her hand on her lower abdomen, her face filled with a maternal expression.
Since Mu Haotian was standing there, Qi Meihui didn't dare to make another move. Her hair and clothes were all disheveled from the recent scuffle, making her look like a fishwife cursing in the street.
Mu Haotian's face turned cold, and he said displeasedly, "Look at yourself, even though you are supposed to be a lady of a reputable family, you react unreasonably with violence. Don't you have any basic decorum left?"
Instead of receiving sympathy, Qi Meihui was scolded which only fueled her anger. She glared fiercely at Hu Jiaojiao, who was hiding behind Mu Haotian with an innocent look as if she had suffered greatly.
