Tang Yige inhaled sharply, hurriedly biting her lip, so she wouldn't let herself make a sound.
A soft, moist touch landed on her chin, causing Tang Yige to slightly hold her breath.
"Little Gege, good morning." A soft, tender voice sounded in her ears.
Tang Yige felt a surge of deep sourness in her heart.
She never imagined that this little one, whom she instantly felt connected and fond of upon meeting, was actually Tang Ruan and Rong Sinan's child.
Yige truly liked Rong Rui; this little one always managed to easily touch the softest part of her emotions.
Last night, she overheard Rong Sinan's conversation with him, which instantly pierced her heart.
The angry and resentful Tang Yige residing within her emerged once more.
In that moment, she couldn't control her hatred and couldn't bear the overwhelming pain surging in her heart!
She couldn't help but wonder, if her child were alive, wouldn't he be as big as Rong Rui, just as adorable as him.
But the truth is.
