Mo Shiqian gazed at her fair cheeks, and his thin lips slowly formed the words, "If your father was really killed by him," he said softly, "I would eventually leave Clod—Summer."
He actually knew that she hadn't broken up with him but had chosen to stay by his side, enduring so much guilt and torment.
It was said to be unrelated to him, but how could it not be related when it happened because of him.
Moreover, Chi An's death was ultimately due to his failure to protect him thoroughly.
Chi Huan looked at him, opened her mouth, but in the end said nothing. She resumed sipping from the still hot drink in her hand, her red lips painted with a light pink gloss smiled slightly.
Seeing the curve of her lips, the man's eyes also warmed a few degrees. "Do you want to continue shopping this afternoon or go home?"
Chi Huan looked up, "I've bought everything I need, and I plan to stay at home this afternoon."
