So, when she asked him if he still wanted her, his heart was shaken.
He wanted to give up, wanted to harden his heart and walk away.
Yet, as soon as he saw her tears, he had to surrender.
Moreover, now, she's still carrying Little Yue, and the doctor said she mustn't be too sad, and she definitely can't cry too much.
She's already been sad enough in the past few days.
Nangong Yaoling helplessly knocked his head against the steering wheel.
"Nangong Yaoling, why are you being so pathetic!"
He gritted his teeth, muttering to himself.
Evening.
The entire villa fell into silence.
Nangong Yaoling's car slowly slid in, he opened the door and got out.
Took out the key and entered the villa.
The lights in the living room were still on, Nangong Yaoling stepped inside, ready to step toward upstairs. But after just two steps, he stopped.
He slightly turned around, looking at the sleeping girl on the sofa.
In an instant, his brows furrowed.
