"I'm not going. I need to go back first to see Qingqing and my little niece."
Momo rejected his suggestion without even thinking.
"You already know it's a little niece?"
"I like nieces, so it has to be one."
"Just because you like something, that's what it is? I happen to think Qingqing's carrying a boy, and he'll be as handsome as me in the future."
"Narcissist."
——
L City
In a certain villa, on the sofa.
Yin Shao stared at the liquid in his glass for a long time, then tilted his head back and poured half the glass of alcohol into his mouth.
Putting the glass down, he picked up the phone on the coffee table, unlocked it, and the woman on the screen was smiling, bright and beautiful.
He thought of that night again. She was clearly scared too, but when she was treating his wound, her hands were steady and practiced.
At first, he thought she studied medicine.
Later he remembered she was a host, and the woman his nemesis Ye Zhan liked.
