"As long as you're willing to clear the confusion in my heart, I can immediately move out of this home and promise never to disrupt or impact your lives in the future."
"There's nothing to explain; I just got tired of you and wanted to mess with you." Qian Jianming shrugged at her. "Or, maybe I wanted to see if you, this foolish woman, were still holding onto hope for me. It turns out, I'm still quite charming."
"Be a man and stop hiding, okay?" Wan Yuqiong sighed, looking at Yao Xinqing, "You're over forty years old now, aren't you?"
"What does that have to do with you?" Yao Xinqing's face turned crimson red instantly, a forty-five-year-old unmarried woman—this was her most taboo topic!
"It has nothing to do with me; I just want to remind Qian Jianbing that you probably can't give him a son or daughter, so my daughter and son are ones he cannot abandon."
