Pei Yibai withdrew his gaze from the direction of the operating room.
As for Xiaoling, he felt nothing for her. And for the child in her belly, a child even Xu Zijin didn't care about, Pei Yibai himself certainly couldn't be expected to care.
"The child is gone—it was her carelessness, we couldn't do anything about it. Your grandmother won't accept this reality, but don't be like her," Pei Yibai said softly, gently patting Song Weiyi's shoulder.
She cried, tears streaming like beads cut from a string, endless and unstoppable.
Pei Yibai, helpless, pulled out some tissues, intending to wipe Song Weiyi's tears, but she shook her head bitterly, smiling tragically.
"But this matter… it's related to Dabao," Song Weiyi said, covering her face as tears seeped through her fingers.
She deeply sympathized with Xiaoling—it wasn't easy being in the Xu Family.
To carry a pregnancy to five months was no small feat either.
