"I'm sorry..." Chai Xiyang kissed her lips apologetically, "Can you stop being angry, please?"
Qiao Ning suddenly felt a bit wronged, and her eyes moistened.
Last night, when he apologized, she didn't want to cry, but now she couldn't help feeling distressed.
Chai Xiyang saw the tears in her eyes and tenderly stroked her face, feeling pained.
"Qiao Ning, I'm really sorry, it's not that I don't care about you and the child. If I had known, I definitely wouldn't have left you alone. You can be angry with me, but please, don't ignore me because of this, okay?"
The more gentle he was, the more wronged Qiao Ning felt.
"I was scared to death yesterday, but I couldn't reach you. Do you know how terrible I felt?" Qiao Ning cried out in sorrow, "Especially thinking that you were with someone else, it made me feel even worse..."
