Hen Meixin raised her hand, pretending to wipe away the moisture in her eyes, and smiled, "Shall we find a cafe and talk alone?"
"What do you want to talk about?" Sheng Lingyun spoke, his voice slow and gentle, as if it carried the indulgence and tenderness of the past.
Hen Meixin couldn't suppress the excitement in her heart; she knew that after so many years apart, their feelings had inevitably become estranged.
So, she had to find a way to quickly close the emotional gap with him.
Thus, she thought of Qiao An.
The daughter she had abandoned and despised back then.
She bit her lip, and said bitterly, "Shall we talk about our daughter?"
Sheng Lingyun looked at her stellar performance with a smile, feeling intense disgust in his heart, yet he had to accompany her through this act.
He wanted to see what this venomous woman who abandoned her daughter truly wanted!
With a few friends casting envious glances, Hen Meixin smoothly left with Sheng Lingyun and went to a cafe.
