For a long time, Ji Anning's complexion hadn't improved. She leaned close to the car door, resting her head against the window, sadness and helplessness slowly filling her eyes.
Since the results came out, they hadn't discussed whether to keep the child.
It's certain that it can't be kept.
When to have the surgery, at which hospital, they don't want to think about it, can't bear to think about it, it pains them to think about it.
Jin Yuanyuan arrived last night, at the hotel. Originally, she should have visited her last night, but the dinner was too late, so it was postponed.
Ji Chicheng arranged it, still at the Lidu Hotel in Hai City.
The car slowly stopped below the hotel entrance hall, the valet came over to help them open the car door.
Ji Anning wore a peaked cap, mask, and goggles, completely disguised before getting out of the car, standing outside the car door she waved to Ji Chicheng, "Take it slow on the road."
Then she prepared to close the car door.
