She dialed a number.
The ringtone sounded once before the call was connected. A familiar voice was on the other end. "Hello, Mo'er…"
It was Jun Chulin's voice.
"Young Master Jun, could you please make a trip over now?"
Tang Mo'er hung up the phone call and sat at the side of her bed. Her face was pale and tears dewed her lashes.
She couldn't get pregnant again…
She could no longer give birth…
Ha.
Tang Mo'er lifted the corners of her lips, revealing a sardonic smile.
…
The doorbell chimed.
Tang Mo'er walked over to answer the door. She opened the room door and an imposing figure was outside. It was Gu Mohan.
He didn't even say a word before he left last night and didn't even look for her today. Now that he had finally appeared, he had one hand in his pocket and his gaze was on her. His magnetic voice was emotionless. "Pack up, I'll take you home."
