For some time, she was at a loss for words.
Glancing at her eyes, red as a rabbit's, Ai Qing smiled, lifted Little Sanqi in his arms slightly, took a business card from his pocket and handed it over, smiling very politely.
"Excuse me, I am her husband, from Mutian Group, Qin Mutian. Please take care of us!"
Husband?! If he is the husband, then what am I?
His face ashen, Xing Liehuo did not take the business card. He did not even glance at him but suddenly gripped Lian Qiao's shoulders tightly, staring at her with a piercing gaze, and asked in a chilling tone.
"Lian Qiao, tell him, who am I?"
"..." Overwhelmed by sorrow, Lian Qiao couldn't speak.
"Say it, who the hell am I to you?"
Lian Qiao was startled by his frantic tone. Her emotions told her not to make him sad anymore, but her rationality told her that a short pain is better than a long pain, and that suffering sooner or later is still pain - ending it might be for the best.
