Facing Gu Mingyu's anger, An Xiangrong pleaded with a sorrowful expression, "If you hate me, you can torment me, but don't make it difficult for the child. Weiwei is in poor health, an allergy like this could be life-threatening for him."
"I beg you, as long as you return Weiwei to me, I will do anything..."
Suddenly a ringtone echoed in her ear, Gu Mingyu glanced at An Xiangrong before taking out his cell phone.
Not knowing what was said on the other end, Gu Mingyu showed some urgency in his eyes, "Alright, I will be there immediately."
After hanging up, Gu Mingyu coldly looked at An Xiangrong, "If anything happens to An Ling, I will never forgive you."
Watching the man's departing figure, a smile trickled on the corner of An Xiangrong's lips, filled with endless scorn.
Just like six years ago, it remains the same after six years.
Only An Ling is the one he cherishes in his heart.
