Warm Wine as Pear Blossoms Fall

The moment she was shot, Wen Lichu immediately called Lu Zhaoye.

It took until the ninety-ninth call for him to finally pick up, sounding utterly languid.

“Wanzhou is pregnant. Don’t make a scene here for no reason!”

Wen Lichu’s mind went blank with a loud buzz. Before she could ask what she wanted to, Lu Zhaoye had already hung up.

The dizziness kept getting worse, and darkness suddenly swallowed her vision.