"Why did the child miscarry?" Ling Xiche looked at Xia Yunsheng, his imposing gaze suffocating.
Xia Yunsheng explained, "The doctor said it was a natural miscarriage."
This answer, which he had heard once from Butler Ling, clearly did not satisfy Ling Xiche.
His gaze at Xia Yunsheng was very cold and filled with defensiveness.
He walked into Meng Tingting's bedroom, and Xia Yunsheng watched his back, remaining silent.
He wasn't usually like this; Che these past few days was indeed quite strange.
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Meng Tingting had just woken up, feeling herself in a broad yet somewhat warm embrace.
These days, she felt as if her heart was in an ice cave, but now, this embrace brought back a hint of warmth.
She didn't know when it began, but this man radiated a comforting sense of security.
She opened her eyes, touching his unshaven chin stubble, and lifted her head to look at the man holding her.
"Are you back?"
