Qiao Xuexue leaned against the stairs, her eyes gleaming with triumph: “I reckon Sister was planning to hide this all along. With half a year gone by and her belly showing, she couldn't keep it a secret anymore, so she came back home for shelter! I wonder which scoundrel fathered the child, and whether he has any diseases he could have passed on to the baby!”,"Qiao Xuexue pretended to be wronged, and said with a hint of smugness: 'I told the family about this because I wanted what's best for my sister. How could I bear to see my sister go further and further down the wrong path' ","What" It was a June day, but Qiao Qian felt as if she were in the snow. "It's not yours"。