Liu Daqing mentally calculated the time. Wan Donglin had been pretending to be sick for quite a while. As such, her son's cancellation of the engagement to Zhou Ting really couldn't be blamed on Zhou Ting. Could it be that her son had found a new love, hidden away somewhere?
But if it was another new love, why did he kidnap Yan Xixi?
She was curious. "If that's the case, why did he bring you here? And why didn't he even go home for Chinese New Year?"
Yan Xixi's head dropped lower and lower.
Liu Daqing stared intently at her, suddenly finding it hard to breathe. Yan Xixi's eyes were red-rimmed, tears welling on her eyelashes but not falling, as if she was using all her strength to keep from crying aloud. Even as a woman herself, witnessing such heart-rending despair filled Liu Daqing with an indescribable sense of sorrow.
"Miss Yan..."
