What was his purpose?
Aside from forcing Ji Jingfeng to be with Anning, he couldn't think of any other reason, as Anning could totally ignore him.
Two years ago, what exactly did the old man do to drive Anning away? What was Anning really afraid of or considering?
All things, all secrets, usually if he wanted to know, they weren't secrets at all.
Yet he couldn't find a trace of a clue as to why Anning left two years ago.
Was it really that the old man's work was flawless, or was there something he hadn't considered?
Thinking gave him a bit of a headache, and he closed his eyes, intending to take a short nap, but he slept all the way home, where the driver woke him up.
He looked at the little girl he was holding in his arms, who was still sleeping soundly, with her chubby little face and slightly pouting small mouth. In his sleepy eyes, there was nothing but warmth.
