How was this not love?
Ding Junqi was suddenly overwhelmed by murderous intent. Could that woman just stop?
However, knowing that she was with Wen Shan, Ding Junqi allowed himself to feel more at ease. Ding Junqi thought for a while and returned to the bedroom. He lifted the sleeping Ding Yuejia and woke him up. The little guy was still calling for his mother even when he was asleep.
"Your mother's return depends wholly on you now," Ding Junqi said as he helped his son put on his little hat before bringing him out of the house.
Ding Junqi brought Ding Yuejia to the Le family house. If Ding Junqi chose not to go today, he would definitely lose his wife.
Therefore, before the sky turned dark, Ding Junqi braved the heavy rain and appeared at Le Tian's doorstep with Ding Yuejia in his arms.
Ding Yuejia seemed to be half-awake as he lay on Ding Junqi's shoulder. The piercing cold made him purse his lips as he shrank deeper into his father's arms.
