"Weixu, please, let me take Baiyu home. Please, I beg you," Ai Zhiyi pleaded; a hope was clearly painted in his eyes which were slowly being covered by a thin mist.
Meanwhile, Chu Weixu was unable to say a word yet. Unbelief left him speechless as he thought about why Ai Zhiyi would suddenly bring up such a thing in a public place.
They should be spending time together having fun and laughing a lot, not to argue over something in this place.
But the truth, Chu Weixu was mentally tired of this kind of nonsense. Although Ai Zhiyi rarely brought the child into their conversation, Chu Weixu thought that it would be better if Ai Zhiyi didn't bring up that child at all.
Chu Weixu always patiently warned Ai Zhiyi. If Ai Zhiyi mentioned the child's name, then Chu Weixu would rebuke him subtly and would keep repeating it.
