After closing the door, Xuxu looked at Yan Rusheng. "Is there no other solution?"
She knew very well that there was no other way unless it was done against one's conscience and morale.
It was already three in the morning. She didn't feel sleepy with all the worries and anxieties, but her head was throbbing with pain. Xuxu supported her forehead with her hand.
Yan Rusheng could tell she was exhausted, and so he stretched out his hand to massage her temples. "You're pregnant and shouldn't be worrying unduly. Rest early."
Xuxu took in a deep breath and nodded. "You're right, there's no point in me worrying."
What was the use? Could it change anything?
As she mulled over it, she turned around and waved at Yan Rusheng. "I'm going back to my room to sleep. You rest early too. Good night."
