Leng Youchen heard the hint of complaint in her words, and he sighed. Over the past five years, he held a grudge against her, yet longed for her, searching for her like a madman, but he never imagined she would give him such a big gift.
"In the future, I won't leave you and our child again, I promise!" Leng Youchen looked at her sincerely.
Wei Anning beamed with happiness, "I don't mean to blame you, I know if it weren't for your persistence, maybe we would never have met again in this lifetime. Leng Youchen, promise me that no matter what, you must stay alive."
Leng Youchen nodded, "I promise you!"
The car stopped on the busiest street in London, where a Chinese restaurant had opened. From the decor to the furnishings, it was entirely in traditional Chinese style. Wei Anning had been in London for so many years, a true foodie, yet she never knew there was such a place.
"When did this restaurant open?" Wei Anning asked him.
