They waited for a long time.
At the last moment of the appointment time, Pei Ziheng's black Rolls Royce arrived.
His chauffeur, who was wearing white gloves, opened the door for him. A tall figure walked out. He was as cold as before and seemed more oppressive in the gloomy sky.
He looked at the pair in front of him, and his expression darkened.
The solemn graveyard brought out their picturesque appearance. There was a simple washed out beauty about simple black and white. They were not exciting or noisy, but they matched. Compared to him, they looked more like a real couple. Once he recalled that the child was actually Li Lei's, Pei Ziheng's heart felt like it was pricked by a thorn.
He walked to Xia Ling and said, "Let's go in."
He didn't even look at Li Lei from the corner of his eye.
Xia Ling helplessly turned around to look at Li Lei.
