The head of the Bai family saw this clearly and had never blamed her before.
Except for this time.
But all he did was say a few words to her. Knowing that his wife had never given up looking for their daughter, Bai Ruwen sighed, "If Yinyin were still alive, we would have found her by now. Shasha, let it go!"
Harboring regrets for half a lifetime would only make her more and more unhappy.
The old lady Bai was stubborn: "I won't give up, and I won't ever give up!"
After she said that, she left the study in anger.
After sighing, old Mr. Bai picked up the phone on the desk. A few rings later, he started speaking with a smile, "Hello, this is Bai Ruwen..."
Huo Sichen hadn't closed his eyes in over twenty hours.
As he sat in the room staring at the bedroom of the couple, the veins on his forehead were pounding.
His mood was chaotic recently, his mind full of thoughts about her, Fu Yunhuai, their child, and whether she had been deceiving him this whole time.
