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Xiao Yuelin shook his head. He told Han Yong that if the wall was thick enough, he wouldn't be able to tell if it was empty behind the wall or not by hitting it with his hand.

Han Yong was surprised. In the end, it was better to be a professional. Being an amateur, he felt like he was making a fool out of himself.

Xiao Yuelin stood in the middle of the basement, raised his head and looked around, and then looked at the broken thick iron chain, feeling a sense of unease in his heart. How much strength did it take to break it, and the tunnel that was forcefully dug out below, it was likely that even Xiao Meng Han, who built this place, did not expect it.

Han Yong's gaze also fell on the underground cage that had a hole dug in the middle. He felt a kind of fear in his heart as it expanded.

Seeing the bloodstains on the stones, Han Yong's body was so weak that he had no strength left. If something were to happen to her, he would be an accomplice.

She gritted her teeth and did not make a sound. Large beads of cold sweat rolled down her forehead as she raised her head to look at Xi Zhou. He was still lying behind her, holding her in half.

This place wasn't the basement, but the four walls were still cold and hard. There was no blanket beneath her, only the cold and hard ground. She struggled to get up, but a burst of pain made her cry out in pain.

He, who had just fallen asleep behind her, suddenly opened his eyes wide. He discovered that something was wrong with her. Her trembling body, her wrinkled face, and her hands tightly holding her stomach.

Roar! Roar! He got anxious and quickly stood up to take off her clothes. She refused to take a look. She stared at him with eyes full of resentment, pain, and disgust.

Mo Xiaoxiao suddenly wanted to cry. She was in so much pain, but he still wanted to bully her?

Roar, roar, he got up in a hurry and paced back and forth. He rarely felt uncomfortable and his stomach rarely hurt, so he endured the pain and waited until it didn't hurt. However, looking at her weak and painful appearance, he felt that it was a hundred times more painful than his own pain.

In the empty confined space, only the sound of his big feet stomping back and forth could be heard. Mo Xiaoxiao no longer had the strength to scream, all of her strength had been pulled away by the pain. His furry figure became further and further away from her line of sight, finally disappearing into the darkness.

In the end, Jing Xiaoxiao fainted from the pain. Her body lay there like a doll with its master.

He ran over and slapped her with his big hairy hands. She didn't open her eyes and stare at her like she used to. He was so anxious that he could no longer care about anything else. He raised his head and looked around him anxiously. His originally pitch-black eyes were now completely red.

Other than the closed wall, he could find nothing else that would make her better.

Just as Xiao Yuelin and Han Yong were about to leave the basement, a painful growl suddenly came from the basement, causing their figures to tremble.

This is? Their gazes met in the air. They didn't say anything, but they all knew what had happened.

When Silent Dye woke up again, she didn't feel any pain in her stomach. It was just that she felt a little uncomfortable. What she felt wasn't cold, but warmth and a sense of security.

It was as if someone was affectionately calling her name by her ear. It was so gentle, just like her mother. When she was young, she often dreamt that her mother would call her name in her dreams.

"Xiao Yan, Xiao Yan."

Jing Xiaoxiao struggled to open her eyes. In the dim light, she saw a woman smiling at her. The corner of her lips moved, and she almost blurted out that phrase.

"You are?" "Aunt Hong."

"It's me. Xiao Yan, are you okay?" Qiu Hong choked with sobs. She held the emaciated little hand of Mo Xiaoxiao with one hand and pulled up the blanket for her with the other.

"This is?" Mo Xiaoxiao blinked, and everything in her mind fell backwards. Her face instantly turned pale. Her body trembled as she struggled in panic, "He … He …" The ape-man.

Qiu Hong's eyes became hot and she hurriedly hugged Jing Xiaoxue to comfort her, "Xiao Yan, Xiao Yan, it's me. It's Aunt Hong. Don't be afraid. You're having a nightmare."

"Me?" Mo Xiaoxiao looked down at her finger. There was a scab mark on it. She was not having a nightmare, she was having a real event.

"Where is this place?"

"Yes …"

"It's the Xiao family's residence." Yang Ziying opened the door and walked in. She answered a question that was difficult for Qiu Hong to answer.

Qiu Hong looked at Yang Ziying who came in with the porridge. Looking at her red eyes, she knew that Yang Ziying had just cried. She sighed and said, "Ziying."

"Thank you, Qiu Hong." Yang Ziying placed the porridge on the cabinet beside the bed. She reached out to touch Mo Xiaoxiao, only to find out that there was conflict and anger in her eyes.

Yang Ziying didn't say anything, she couldn't say it.

Qiu Hong was anxious. In this aspect, she felt that the Xiao family could not harm Mo Xiaoxiao for the sake of face. In fact, she did not even know that she was pregnant.

Qiu Hong knew what kind of position she was in, what she should say, and what she should do. She, who was used to all sorts of scenes and scenes, thought that she could be extremely dexterous and adept at it, but now, she felt that she was so stupid.

"Qiu Hong, I want to talk to Xiao Yan alone." Yang Ziying knew that Mo Xiaoxiao had not told Qiu Hong anything about Xiao Menghan.

Yang Ziying made up her mind to protect the child in her stomach.

After hesitating for a while, Qiu Hong still picked up her bag and spoke to the silent Mo Xiaoxiao, "Xiao Yan, Aunt Hong will come visit you another day."

After a moment of silence, Mo Xiaoxiao did not reply. She wanted to leave this place and leave the people who had a little contact with the Xiao family.

Yang Ziying only sent his to the door of his room. In the corridor outside, Xiao Yuelin was smoking as he answered the phone. Seven or eight cigarette butts under his feet had already scattered.

Seeing Qiu Hong come out, Xiao Yuelin could only nod his head. Seeing that Qiu Hong was the only one to leave, Xiao Yuelin relaxed a bit.

"Xiao Yan, don't worry. Mother will definitely protect you."

Yang Ziying's words didn't make Mo Xiaoxiao relax. She looked at Yang Ziying with red eyes, her mind was filled with the scene of being trapped, she felt that he could charge out at any time.

She closed her eyes and slowly lay down, not wanting to say a single word to Yang Ziying. She tried her best to wave away the figure in her mind. She wanted to leave this place.

The air in the room was eerily silent. Yang Ziying could even hear the sound of her eardrums throbbing. Her mind was struggling to decide whether she should tell Mo Xiaoxiao about her pregnancy.

Xiao Zhenhai didn't have any room to spare for letting his child get infected. Yang Ziying didn't want to think about it, she was her grandson and would continue to be infected in time, but she was also a living being, right?

Furthermore, Yang Ziying felt that the probability of this poison being inherited from another generation was very high.

"Xiao Yan, do you know why your stomach hurts so much?"

A chill, or maybe it was his aunt. These two possibilities were the only ones that came to mind. Her health had always been very good, and she had had very few colds ever since she was young. Wang Yiling was especially jealous of her.

Wang Yiling went to work in the winter with a cold and a bad fever. When she saw Mo Xiaoxiao, she insisted on going to her office with him, saying that they would face the same difficulties.

Mo Xiaoxiao was fine, but Wang Yiling was even worse.

Thinking of Wang Yiling, her heart ached. However, the next second, Yang Ziying's voice sounded in her room, causing him to tremble.