"You're lying! Huang Qingtian doesn't want me anymore, Huang Qingtian doesn't want his little one anymore…" It would have been better if Huang Qingtian hadn't spoken, but as soon as he admitted he was Huang Qingtian, Mu Keren began to wail and sob.
Her whimpering voice was like an invisible hand, brutally squeezing Huang Qingtian's heart, making even his breath ache.
"Little one, when did I not want you?" If it weren't for him rushing to see her as soon as possible, why would Huang Qingtian have worked through the day and night?
But a little one reeking of alcohol couldn't listen to him, repeatedly emphasizing, "Huang Qingtian doesn't want his little one anymore, he doesn't even reply to text messages…"
The more she said it, the more desolate Mu Keren felt.
Not to mention her fallen face, she began to sob again.
