Jian Xi touched Si Yuhuan's forehead. "You don't have a fever."
Si Yuhuan glared, his face cold. "Are you looking for death?"
Jian Xi quickly withdrew her hand. "I-I'm full. I'll go back to the hotel first. Call me when we're leaving."
Back in her room, her mind was still a messy tangle of thoughts.
Why was Si Yuhuan suddenly being so nice to her?
On reflection, apart from Jiang Qimeng being the bone he couldn't spit out, he had been quite good to her at other times. Wan Yu's words echoed in her head again: "It seems like he has fallen for you."
"Jian Xi, you must remember how he hurt you. You can't be blinded by his little favors."
Si Yuhuan, who was just pushing the door open to enter, heard her. A surge of anger flooded through him.
"Get out here! We're leaving."
What an attitude!
Jian Xi gritted her teeth, rubbing her stomach. "Baby, don't blame Mommy for not keeping you. You've seen it yourself; a father like him won't bring you happiness."
