That was Qiao's mother's voice, standing frozen in astonishment.,"Mu Mu, this is my fault. You can blame me. NoNo is pregnant with my child now. You can't touch him." Fang Chen's defensive voice made Qiao AnMu's heart ache even more.,At 4 a.m., Qiao Anmu opened her eyes. The alcohol had worn off halfway, and the soreness in her waist, along with the even breaths beside her, startled her.。