"Weiwei," Yan Chu stood up straight, "I know what you want to say. I saw the text message you sent. If you have a child with me, it could save Mo Shiche, right?"
Luo Qiangwei clutched her hands, slightly embarrassed, she spoke softly, "I know this request is too much, and I shouldn't have come to you about this... but this is the only way. I can't stand to watch him die. He already died once three years ago... Ah Chu, I..."
Yan Chu took a seat on the sofa next to her. "I heard that Sheng Miao is pregnant."
Luo Qiangwei's eyes shook slightly, and she quickly replied, "Mhm."
"Mo Shiche's child?"
"Mhm."
Yan Chu looked surprised, "Weiwei, you don't mind?"
Even though it was a fact, being asked like this still made her feel uncomfortable and heart-wrenching. She forced a smile, "I've already had the lawyer submit the divorce agreement."
Yan Chu was taken aback for a moment before he chuckled softly, "We're about to get divorced, and yet, Weiwei, you still want to save him?"
