Then he strode over to Lin Xiaotian, crouched down, picked up her cell phone, and, standing up with a dark expression, said, "It's just a phone, isn't it? The kid might have been careless. I'll compensate you for it as soon as I get back."
For some reason, because of his expression, because of his words, Lin Xiaotian suddenly felt a pang of pain in her heart.
She faintly felt that, in Li Zimo's heart, it seemed, she was not as important as these children.
Was that so?
It was clearly these children's fault, and she had merely asked a question. She hadn't complained about being hit by the children, after all, they were just three or four years old. But to be spoken to like that by the man she liked, the husband she trusted, really made her feel terrible.
She stopped speaking and just bit her lip, looking at Li Zimo with a sorrowful gaze.
