"You asked for it."
Infuriated, Luo Qianxun swung the door shut. But it slammed against Li Mingxun's hand, and he didn't let go.
Eventually, she couldn't bring herself to seriously hurt his hand and slightly reopened the door. Staring at him, she admonished, "You're acting like a stubborn child. Do you think it's fun?"
"I don't care, as long as you forgive me," he replied.
Hearing Li Mingxun's almost pleading tone, Luo Qianxun shook her head helplessly, "Li Mingxun, do you think I'll soften if you act like this? Well, let me tell you, I won't."
"Xiaolian has given birth to a son, don't you want to see them?"
Li Mingxun brought up Bai Xiaolian again, "For a while, she would cry just thinking about you. She almost developed postpartum depression. Fortunately, Zehao comforted her. Why don't you want to get in touch with her?"
"I know she has given birth to a son."
