Lin Yao's hand on her belly tightened bit by bit, this child was her last reliance. In Lin Yao's eyes, both Liu Man and Lin Tianhao were unreliable. If she wanted to maintain her lifestyle in the future, she had to protect this child! Her mother was right, their future depended entirely on the child in her womb.
Back in his room, Lin Jinfang looked around the familiar space. He had lived in this room for eighteen years, and everything inside, even the decorations, had not been moved. Everything was clean and tidy, reminding him of what Aunt Hong had said when he returned.
"Young master, your room—whenever Miss has spare time, she would come back to tidy it up herself. When she's not free, she'd call me to help her clean."
He sat on the bed. There was not a hint of mustiness in the room; the air seemed to still carry a scent of sunlight. He got up and walked into the wardrobe, where clothes he wore in his teens were neatly arranged, every set fold perfectly.
