One day, Wan Donglin's phone rang. He glanced at her and went outside to answer it—it was clearly Zhou Ting calling. A few minutes later, he returned to the bedroom, his expression somewhat unnatural. "Xixi, I have to go to Ruo City. I might be gone for a long time, but I'll arrange for someone to take care of you." She knew perfectly well that Zhou Ting was staying in Ruo City long-term and that Wan Donglin was going there for their engagement ceremony. However, she couldn't care less. With Wan Donglin gone, she actually felt relaxed and free.
She really didn't want to face this shameless man night after night.
He, on the other hand, was visibly anxious. He paced the room several times, opening his mouth as if to speak, only to hesitate and fall silent. Finally, he walked over to her and gently embraced her. "Xixi, be good, stay home, and rest. Please, don't let anything happen to the child. I'll bring you back a gift."
