Gu Xinzhou had never expected that Song Zhen would say such things.
But she still had to leave.
McDull was waiting for her in Italy.
Since the day McDull was born, Gu Xinzhou had never left this son of hers.
No matter how busy she was at work, she always found time to go home to see her son.
"So can you not go?"
Song Zhen suddenly spoke up, interrupting her thoughts.
He could feel that she was distracted.
She had drifted from shock to somewhere else.
Her eyes would become soft, like a girl in love.
Who was the person making her distracted?
Song Zhen felt a tightness in his chest, suddenly seized by the urge to crack her head open and take a good look inside.
Gu Xinzhou's eyes were dull: "I still need to return to Italy.
Song Zhen, you're no longer important to me.
That you and my sister are getting married, and it would be awkward for me to stay in City B, is certainly an important reason.
But it is not the only reason.
