Thinking about Dao An, Sheng Yi sighed.
He still hasn't returned her call.
She's starting to get a bit angry.
Mrs. Sheng heard her sigh and didn't want to make assumptions. She walked over from the foot of the bed, stood beside it, thought for a moment, and said, "I've discussed with your dad, and we'll respect your decision. After all, it's your own life you're dealing with."
Sheng Yi raised her hand and pressed her brow, as if talking to someone: "Baby, your grandma's words sound so cold."
Mrs. Sheng: "..."
"So tell me, what's your plan now?" Mrs. Sheng hit the nail on the head, saying, "Your career is on the rise, isn't it? Your studio signed quite a few contracts, right? You have a bunch of things unresolved, and suddenly a pregnancy hits. Tell me, is this how things should be?"
Sheng Yi shook her head: "No, it's not."
"I'm glad you understand." Mrs. Sheng said, frustrated as a mother.
