Nolan Bihan stood there, saying nothing, just quietly looking at him.
Seeing this, someone joked with a smile, "Bianca, what's up with you? You're not even blinking. Are you smitten with my handsome self again?"
Nolan Bihan said, "Li Zhongnan, from now on, stop trying to find me."
Her tone was very calm. No joy, no grief, no lament, no anger.
For such a person, it was not worth it.
No longer harboring any hope.
Li Zhongnan stuttered at her words, asking, "What nonsense are you saying, my daughter's mother? Have you got a fever?" Saying this, he again gently raised a hand, touching her forehead with it.
"Don't pretend!"
Nolan Bihan, feeling somewhat nauseous, shoved his hand away, coldly retorting, "I told you, don't come find me again. From now on, we're strangers. Didn't you hear me? Whether I have a fever or not has nothing to do with you!"
Instantly, he was dumbfounded. Could she be impersonating his daughter's mother?
