"No need." Gu Qingxin wanted to remove the coat, but Beiming Han's large hand firmly held her shoulder. "Wear it, or you will get sick."
"Whether I get sick or not is none of your concern." Gu Qingxin reached out to push his hand away.
"Xin'er, your mom is coming back soon. If you get sick, she will be sad." Beiming Han's hand refused to let go, just like his attitude toward her, never letting go again.
"..."
"Xin'er, do you still refuse to forgive me?" Beiming Han looked at her anxiously.
"It's not about forgiveness or not. I will bring my mom back to live with me. After that... we won't be connected." Gu Qingxin's expression was very indifferent.
"Would you have forgiven me already if I were dead?" Beiming Han's gaze became deep and somber.
Gu Qingxin's heart throbbed painfully, making her face a little pale. She suddenly became very angry and pushed him away fiercely, the suit jacket falling to the ground...
