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That Yao Beikun, he spills everything he says.
"That… do you think it will work?"
"What's not to work? Dad doesn't love Mom, so of course, Mom can get a divorce," Xiaoxiao found it very natural. "Anyway, Dad doesn't like us either. My uncle said that Mom will find a new dad in the future, and the new dad will love Mom very much and also love me a lot."
At this moment, Yao Beidi felt somewhat like crying but had no tears.
She had always thought that the broken marriage would affect Xiaoxiao's growth.
Only now did she foolishly realize that the marriage she was clinging to, refusing to let go, was utterly self-righteous.
Qiao Xiguan just sat quietly beside Gu Zichen.
That afternoon, the setting sun was just right.
The sunlight quietly shone on the floor through the large balcony outside of the hospital, penetrating the French windows, and fluttered lightly along with the curtains.
