Zheng Haoyu's heart ached as if being cut by a knife, he didn't know what to do as he looked at Su Nian, who resembled a lifeless puppet.
Quietly packing things up, Zheng Haoyu carried the small dining table out of the room.
The room returned to calmness, Su Nian looked at the photo frame in her hand. It was clearly a picture of a family of three. A man was holding a boy who resembled him by about eighty percent. A delicate woman was standing beside them, his hand resting on her waist, they looked so intimate that no one could come between them.
Su Nian just quietly looked at it, even if someone told her that the man in the frame was not Zheng Haoyu, she would absolutely not believe it even if it killed her!
Zheng Haoyu's reaction early on had also confirmed that the person in the frame was indeed Zheng Haoyu without a doubt!
Then what was she? What did her two children amount to?
A joke, a massive joke.
