Ye Ning didn't pay attention to his expression, but when she heard the word "Dad," a stabbing pain shot through the bottom of her heart, and her face immediately turned ice cold, "Dead!"
Dead?
Ou Mucen was stunned by these two words for a moment!
Dead? She said, the child's father is dead?
He found it a bit hard to believe what he heard; she was only twenty-three, and her husband was already dead? This was quite unexpected to him.
Ye Ning had been watching him all along, and she saw that after she said those two words, this man, in an uncharacteristic manner, stopped doing his job and just stared blankly at her. This made the coldness at the corner of her lips even more intense, "So, Mr. Ou, you know now? My child, to me, that's life itself."
Ou Mucen: "..."
After a long while, his gaze finally unnaturally withdrew from the face opposite to him, which had suddenly become particularly icy and sharp, "Sorry, I didn't know the child's father..."
