Inside the villa, a woman's disdainful criticism rang out, "Even bringing a dead infant here, it's unlucky."
"Wuwuwu… my Congcong isn't dead, you're talking nonsense… Congcong… is still alive, he must still be alive." A woman in white, particularly slim, immediately stumbled out, fell to the ground, and picked up the bloodstained bundle.
Tears streamed from her eyes, all falling onto the bundle.
That bundle was less than three centimeters from my toes.
At that moment, when I heard that the bundle contained a dead child, my heart instinctively jerked, and I took a half-step back in fear.
Then, two other women walked out of the villa.
Both were dressed in cheongsams; they looked to be in their early thirties.
One of them was the household-name actress Han Dai, walking in thirty-centimeter stilettos. She stood high above the white-dressed woman who had lost her child,
