He shouldn't have.
He had vanished for an entire night, and she hadn't received a call, not even a message.
The light in Qin Nanyu's eyes dimmed, and the aura surrounding him became indifferent.
He got back into his car, started it, and drove away.
At Nanpo Apartment.
Ji Weitian sat on the edge of the bed, holding a storybook, and lulling the two Little Glutinous Rice Dumplings to sleep.
Since Yaoyao got a brother, she finally stopped being as nagging as before, or rather, her nagging shifted from Mommy to her brother.
Ruirui, finally having a mother, didn't care about how high his intelligence was; his favorite thing to do each day was to cling to Ji Weitian, listening to her tell those childish fairy tales.
As long as the stories were told by Mommy, he loved to listen.
Ji Weitian read on and on until she spaced out. When she paused, she realized that the two Little Glutinous Rice Dumplings beside her had already fallen asleep.
