"You don't need to worry about this for now," Gu Junzhu said, "As long as you don't actively break off the engagement, I'll always take care of you and your child."
Ye Xingbei just chuckled, not saying a word.
All she could say was... hopefully, that's the case.
Love is like the morning wind, like the morning dew; it comes without a trace and leaves without a trace.
The confidence in Gu Junzhu's words is only because he hasn't met his destined person yet.
One day, when he meets someone he truly likes and wants to marry, she and Xiao Shu could only step aside for her.
Gu Junzhu is a very smart man.
With just a soft chuckle from Ye Xingbei, he knew what she was thinking.
Ye Xingbei's laugh, a bit mocking and self-mocking, was like a cat's fluffy tail, brushing lightly over Gu Junzhu's heart.
Motivated by this thought, Gu Junzhu crossed over Xiao Shu and lay on top of Ye Xingbei.
