On the day when the financial sponsor Bai Yueguang returned to China, I happened to be holding on to the toilet and vomited till I fainted. He was silent for a long time, his face full of guilt: "As you can see, she is pregnant, I can't leave them two." I hugged the 30 million breakup fee tightly, and waved my hands wildly in fear: "No, no, no! I just vomited because I ate too many snacks and had an upset stomach! Don't be responsible for me!" After that, I took the card and ran away, disappearing overnight. Three months later, he blocked the door of my hometown, holding a report in one hand and staring at my round belly with the other, gritting his teeth: "Have the snacks in your belly become sperm? Have they grown into the shape of a fetus?"
