Su Yuke's tears didn't soften Fu Zibo's heart; instead, they made him more annoyed. "It's not the right time."
He glanced at the tear-streaked person, once thinking her pitiful look was quite beautiful.
But now, the more he looked, the more uncomfortable he felt.
A vivid, delicate face flashed through his mind, and his heart skipped a beat.
Su Yuke had been observing Fu Zibo's expression. The more she looked, the colder she felt. "You weren't like this before! You even said we could have a child early and even came up with a name. Why don't you want it now?"
Fu Zibo sat up abruptly from the bed, "You were much more understanding before. Didn't I tell you, now's not the right time? The company is in trouble. I'm very busy every day. We can have a child later. Why can't you understand? If the company collapses, how will we raise a child?"
