Liu Changping dared not continue to persuade, his hand gripping the steering wheel already soaked with sweat.
This guy, really doesn't want to live anymore, still thinking about suicide.
After the taxi drove away, Li Zhiyuan looked at the moon in the sky.
Just then, the figure of Xiao Yingying appeared on the terrace, still holding the child in her arms.
She was awake, and so was the child, his pair of pitch-black eyes curiously looking around.
Perhaps seeing Li Zhiyuan looking up earlier, he mimicked by stretching his legs, lifting his head, and glanced at the moonlit sky.
Li Zhiyuan could tell this child was truly smart, but his intelligence was within bounds.
He just had a stronger sense of perception and curiosity about the world, unlike himself back then, who had already gone beyond that scope early on.
He realized that whenever someone praised him for being smart, Li Lan's brows would furrow slightly, and for a while he even acted somewhat dull on purpose.
