Tang Wanjun hesitated for a moment, and eventually took out his phone, typed a message, and sent it to Qing Er's phone.
When Qing Er received the message, she was sitting in Xia Luo's apartment, sulking.
Hearing the notification sound, she glanced at her phone and swiped the screen. It was a message from Tang Wanjun.
He wanted her to come over so they could talk, saying it was for the sake of the child.
Qing Er turned off her phone and sat there, expressionless.
Xia Luo poured a glass of water and handed it to her, "Don't be upset. If the child really doesn't want to leave, then let her stay here!"
"I know the child is everything to you. If she doesn't leave, you definitely won't go either. Of course, if you don't leave, I will stay here and accompany you."
Qing Er's cheeks flushed, and she looked up at the man sitting beside her.
The man smiled slightly at her, "You are the rib that I cannot do without."
Qing Er, "..."
