Li Jingming spoke up, "Rosie, you go out for a moment, I want to have a serious talk with her."
Rosie stuck out her tongue cutely, "Okay, Brother Jingming, then I'll leave first."
She was not at all scheming and not worried that Rong Shengsheng would do anything with the man she loved.
After all, she completely trusted Li Jingming now.
After Rosie left, Rong Shengsheng pinched the palm of her hand and said, "I'm sorry, Li Jingming, it's my fault... You must hate me to death now, right?"
"Hate? That's not really the word... Your child is gone too, right? You must really hate my dad and hate me too, right?"
"I don't know..." Rong Shengsheng's gaze was desolate. She still couldn't accept that her child was gone, living day and night in self-reproach, not knowing what to do to make herself feel even a little better.
"You don't know?" Li Jingming gave a faint smile, "If you hate me, just say it. There's no need to hide it."
"Hate, yes... but I also feel quite sorry for you..."
