Speaking of buying her clothes, he didn't know how much he had bought already. The two floors of the Seaview Apartment were filled to the brim with clothes in any room designated for them, enough for her to wear for several years.
But did she wear them?
Even a pair of little blue shoes he gave her were only worn once, and that was after much coercion on his part.
After breakfast, they were both going to head back to the city. The old lady stopped her and said, "Sweetheart, don't forget what you promised Grandma. If that woman's child isn't Yanye's, then we won't be divorcing, alright?"
Zhuo Jian: "..."
Once they left the house, Zhuo Jian felt a lump in her throat when she saw Fu Yanye get into the car and drive it up to her.
He was still driving himself?
Did he really come here last night driving by himself?
Fu Yanye, deeming her too slow, glanced up at her and asked, "Aren't you getting in?"
