for the same thing, hearing it from someone else and hearing it from the person himself could not be compared in terms of the impact it brought.
the atmosphere in the ward, even the air, seemed to have frozen.
song qincheng's hands clenched slightly on the blanket. she had started the conversation without much thought, but now, she was so shocked that she didn't know how to respond. her mind was filled with the words 'yu tingchuan really has a son', and she even suspected that yu tingchuan had told her that on purpose.
for a man in his thirties who had a divorce and had a child, and his ex-wife was still alive, as long as he was not out of his mind, who would be willing to get involved in this mess?
yu tingchuan didn't seem to notice her strange behavior. with a cigarette in his hand, he lowered his chin and pointed at the takeaway bag on the bedside table."it's almost cold. let's have supper first."
