The servant frowned, "I don't know what it is, it's quite fishy."

God Musi did not speak, he opened the lid.

When he saw what was in the foam box, his eyes suddenly widened.

"Ah!" the servant screamed in fright, "it's a stillborn baby!"

Mu Sishen shook his hand and the foam box fell to the floor.

A bloody thing inside also rolled out.

"Ah!" the servant screamed in fright.

Mu Sishen was stunned for a moment. He seemed to have thought of something, and suddenly he seemed to be going crazy. He hurriedly knelt down and carefully put the ball back into the foam box.

Hands shaking.

Heart trembling.

Uncontrollable trembling.

He hugged the foam box tightly, and his Adam's apple couldn't stop sliding up and down.

"Third Young Master, is it... is someone playing a prank? Why would Miss Yan give such a thing? She..."

Then the servant's eyes widened and he covered his mouth in shock.

The stillbirth was delivered by Miss Yan, and wasn’t Miss Yan pregnant at this time???

Mu Sishen's face was already pale. He held the foam box in one hand and took out his mobile phone tremblingly with the other.

At this time Uncle Song came.

"What happened?" Uncle Song asked the servant.

The servant's lips trembled, "Dead... stillborn baby. Miss Yan asked someone to bring the stillborn baby."

"..."

Mu Sishen dialed three times in a row before dialing Yan Xuewei's number.

However, the call was never answered.

"Answer the phone, answer the phone..." Mu Sishen muttered.

But I called three times in a row and no one answered.

Uncle Song stepped forward and held Mu Sishen's hand, "Third Young Master, don't worry, call the rest of the Yan family."

Mu Sishen looked at Uncle Song blankly, as if he had lost his soul, and his movements were half a beat slower.

After a while, Mu Sishen replied in a hoarse voice, "Okay."

Mu Sishen dialed Yan Qi's number, but it took a long time for the other party to get through.

But after the call got through, Mu Sishen didn't know what to say.

He looked at the foam box in his arms. He felt as if his throat had been poisoned and he didn't know how to make a sound.

"Did you receive it?" Yan Qi asked.

His voice was not as cold as usual, and seemed to be a little sad.

"Xue...Xuewei...child..." Mu Sishen's voice was incoherent, unable to form a single sentence at all.

He couldn't ask, he couldn't ask at all.

He couldn't believe that what he was holding in his arms was his unborn child.

He didn't believe Yan Xuewei would do this.

Yan Qi sighed on the other end of the phone.

"Mu Sishen, you and Xuewei should stop here. From now on, if our two families are not in conflict with each other, we will pretend that we have never met each other."

"Yan Qi, child... child..." Mu Sishen's voice trembled, but he still couldn't say a complete sentence.

"Xuewei regrets being with you. Since you two have separated, she doesn't want the child anymore."

She doesn’t want the child anymore?

Yan Qi said it so easily.

That was his child, his unborn child!

Mu Sishen tightened his grip on his cell phone, as if he was about to crush it to pieces.

All the muscles in his body were tightened together.

"That's my child, that's my child!" God Musi roared through gritted teeth.

"Why is Yan Xuewei so cruel? When she is angry with me, she can hit me, scold me, or take out her anger on me. Why would she attack the child? Why?"

The god Musi was on the verge of rage.

He couldn't believe what he was seeing was real.

He thought deeply about becoming a father, but now, he was holding the body of his child in his hands.

Why is Yan Xuewei so cruel? This is her child too, can she just bear it?

"Mu Sishen, the fate between you and Xuewei is over. Now the child is gone, so be it."

"That's it? You're dreaming! Where is Yan Xuewei? I want to see her, and I want her to pay for my child with her life!"

There was anger in Mu Sishen's eyes. He wanted to see that woman, and he wanted to question her.

Why is she so vicious!

"You want Xuewei's life? What qualifications do you have? You misunderstood her, bullied her, hurt her heart, Mu Sishen is all your own fault. You have harmed Xuewei for fifteen years, if she hadn't fallen in love with her

Without you, why would she have to suffer all this?"

"Do you feel bad for your child? Doesn't she feel bad for you? If she hadn't given up on you, how could she do this?"

"Remember, Xuewei lost two children because of you. You, God Musi, are the least qualified to scream here!"
Chapter completed!