Ji Meishu had reached the middle stage of her pregnancy and, being of advanced maternal age, it was particularly difficult for her.
The child she carried was Zhao Li's, so Zhao Li was always very attentive; after all, that was his son within her.
The day his son was born, he could inherit Hu Zhonglian's wealth, and at that time, he would truly rise to great heights.
This was something he could never achieve with many years as a lawyer.
Zhao Li thought Ji Meishu was calling him again to complain about the hardships of pregnancy, but to his surprise, the person speaking turned out to be Dai Xintong.
"Hello? Is this Uncle Zhao?"
Dai Xintong's voice carried a sob.
Zhao Li tensed up immediately and said into the phone, "Yes, this is Zhao Li. Tongtong, what's wrong? Why are you using your mom's phone to call me, and where's your mom?"
Upon hearing Zhao Li's voice, Dai Xintong burst into tears.
