Zhijin had once had a daughter.
He had.
Ning Li was slightly stunned, but she quickly understood something.
That was, it was no longer the case now.
No wonder...
It was no wonder that Shen Zhijin had such a reaction when he heard Zhu Zhou's words.
No matter how old the scar was, it would still hurt if it was torn again.
Ning Li pursed her lips slightly. For a moment, she did not know what to say.
She thought of the pile of candy and gifts in Shen Zhijin's glove compartment.
Especially those small toys. It seemed that they had been bought a long time ago, yet there had been no traces of them ever being played with by children.
They were old, yet brand new.
Just like that, they had been piled up in that dark and narrow small space. Day after day, it was both lively and lonely.
Ding.
The elevator door opened.
Xu Yin was the first to walk in before Ning Li followed.
