"Ah..."

It was very painful.

A thin layer of cold sweat appeared on Song Xiaoxiao's forehead.

It hurts. It hurts.

After being exhausted, the child was finally born.

Song Xiaoxiao lay on the bed powerlessly.

"Miss Song, I'm sorry. The child is dead."

Hearing this, Song Xiaoxiao's eyes were filled with despair.

When they got home, it was three days later.

As soon as Song Xiaoxiao entered the door, she heard her stepmother's sarcastic voice.

"Oh! You still have the face to come back. You found a wild man and had an illegitimate child. Now you gave birth to a dead baby. If I were you, I would have buried myself in a hole," Liu Wanxiang said, her eyes full of provocation.

She gave her daughter a look, indicating that she should behave herself.

Receiving her mother's hint, Song Yixue was more concerned about her father's gesture of massaging his shoulders.

It was true that Song Yixue, who was so well-behaved, was more beloved by her father than Song Xiaoxiao, who was covered with stains.

Song Xiaoxiao pretended that she didn't hear Liu Wanyi's words and went straight to her room.

When they passed by Liu Zhaoyi, she suddenly stretched out her foot, and Song Xiaoxiao, who tripped, fell down immediately.

She, who had just given birth to a child, felt pain in many parts of her body.

Frowning, Song Xiaoxiao did not allow herself to make a sound.

After struggling to get up from the ground, Song Xiaoxiao endured the pain and left.

She didn't want to quarrel with Liu Wanyi. Besides, she really didn't have the energy.

"When people are shameless, they are invincible in the world." Seeing that her words did not stimulate Song Xiaoxiao, she added another sentence.

Song Xiaoxiao, who walked to the door of the room, clenched her fists, pursed her lips, and stubbornly refused to let her tears fall.

Ever since her mother passed away, she hadn't shed a single tear. Even if her stepmother made things difficult for her, she didn't care.

And her biological father had always been on the side of her stepmother, which was the most painful thing for Song Xiaoxiao.

That's right. Ever since she was young, she had never won her father's favor.

Pushing the door open, Song Xiaoxiao fell powerlessly on the bed. She closed her eyes and endured the pain in her body.

After an unknown period of time, Song Xiaoxiao, who felt better, opened her eyes, only to see Song Yixue's face.

"Have you slept enough?" Song Yixue asked with a cold smile.

Song Yixue crossed her arms in front of her chest and stood up straight, kicking the chair next to her.

"Get up if you've had enough sleep. I have something to say." Song Yixue leaned against the computer table and turned on the computer. When she found the password, she sneered again. "Could it be that there is a photo of that wild man inside? And lock it up? How childish."

Song Xiaoxiao was pregnant, which was a shame to the Song family.

Because of this, the Song family ridiculed Song Xiaoxiao.

Song Xiaoxiao was used to it.

At this time, Song Xiaoxiao also spoke out Song Yixue's words from her left ear to her right ear.

"Humph—"

Song Yixue snorted. "Song Xiaoxiao, do you still want to be shameless?"

Song Xiaoxiao struggled to sit up and sighed helplessly.

Seeing that Song Xiaoxiao was not moved, Song Yixue was angry. She turned back and pushed the computer on the table to the ground, making an ear-piercing sound.

"Song Yixue, don't go too far." Song Xiaoxiao was exasperated and retorted to Song Yixue.

Then he squatted down to pick up the computer and checked it. Fortunately, the computer could still be used.

Otherwise, it would be unrealistic for her to buy a computer in her current situation.

She spent all her savings on the hospital expenses.

"I went too far! Hehe..." Song Yixue laughed hysterically. "Song Xiaoxiao, Dad asked you to move out."