Chapter 558: Whose child is

Mrs. Xiang shook his hand madly.
"Feng Ziqing, I want you and this Ling family wild species to pay my son's debt for a lifetime!!"
"Snapped!"
Xiang Yi's coffin suddenly made a crisp sound.
Everyone's bodies trembled suddenly, and they turned their heads to look at them in horror.
Madam Xiang's cry stopped abruptly at that moment, and she subconsciously shrank to the maid behind her.
"what happened?"
"Crack!"
There was another cracking sound.
"Could it be the sound of wood swelling?" someone whispered.
A knowledgeable person immediately jumped out to oppose: "No! These coffins have been made for more than ten years, and they will not expand and contract."
Besides, the coffins that can be put on Xiang Yi's sleep are all fine woods.
There will be no thermal expansion and contraction!
Before the words fell, the coffin made another "click" sound.
Someone once again opened their minds: "It's not that Master Yi feels wronged by his death... he will die!"
The credibility of this sentence is very high!
Especially Mrs. Xiang, suddenly wailed and rushed towards the coffin.
"Son, mother knows you can't stand your eyes on..."
In the flash, she slammed into Feng Ziqing in a rage, knocking her out of defenselessly.
"what……"
Feng Ziqing's lower abdomen was suddenly attacked, and endless pain instantly spread throughout his body.
"It hurts..."
A flow of heat broke out of the body, causing despair in Feng Ziqing's heart.
"Do not……"
She seemed to forget the heart-piercing pain in her abdomen, and looked at her skirt nervously.
A blush spread quickly, like a poignant manjusawa.
"what……"
Amid the desperate screams, she could no longer hold her back and fell to the ground.
The screams of the maids suddenly came at that moment: "The young lady is bleeding..."
She was only two months pregnant, and seeing the blood meant that the child could not be kept.
Mrs. Xiang seemed to be stunned for a while, she stood by the coffin in a daze, her head covered with messy hair, and her eyes were swollen like walnuts.
The hall fell into a short silence again, only Feng Ziqing screamed.
No one came forward, not even the maids on either side.
Without the permission of Mrs. Xiang, they dare not intervene.
Everyone looked at Feng Ziqing, who was curled up on the ground, rolling and crying with his stomach, but no one came forward to rescue him.
Amidst the sound of shattered footsteps, a corner of a white dress drew in.
The moment he saw the white robe, Feng Ziqing's consciousness was a little fuzzy.
"you……"
She hoarsely wanted to ask, but was torn like a pain in her lower abdomen, and she couldn't speak.
Ling Luoyu stood still beside her, condescending, looking at her quietly.
"I just ask you...Who is this kid?!"
Turning the fingertips, three golden needles broke.
"You know, I have the ability to save your life, but my child... depends on what you mean!"
Feng Ziqing closed his eyes in pain: "My second master and I are innocent...We have nothing!"
Ling Luoyu suddenly sank: "Feng Ziqing, you are a smart person. You should know which answer is now that can let me keep your child!"
If the child is really Ling Yunxi, then he will do his best and Ling Luoyu will also keep the child.
But if Xiang Yi had done it, she would definitely not take the plunge.
So Feng Ziqing can say that this child belongs to her and Ling Yunxi.
As long as this way, the child can be saved.
Feng Ziqing's eyes slowly opened. Although his face was pale, he still looked at Ling Luoyu with determination.
"San Young...you don't believe me! Don't you still believe your second uncle?!"