"I'm sorry…" Nan Zhifeng blamed himself deeply, "If it wasn't for chasing Xiaofeng, she wouldn't have felt unwell and ended up like this."
"It's not your fault, don't be like this," Meng Sijue consoled, "Tingting also woke up feeling guilty. Both of you are kind people. The most despicable is Ye Mingyao; he hasn't even come to see her once."
"Ye Mingyao has always been an extremely selfish person." Nan Zhifeng had never changed his opinion about him, "You take good care of Wanting. Once she has recovered, I will visit her."
"Alright, you also get some rest, and don't be too upset. Xiaofeng has passed the critical period and won't be in danger," Meng Sijue reassured.
"Thank you."
After hanging up the phone, Nan Zhifeng remained consumed by guilt over Meng Wanting's loss of the child, simultaneously recalling what Meng Sijue had just said, when suddenly a question occurred to him…
