Ning Shiyu's heart tightened. He leaned over to fasten her seatbelt, but Lin Nuan still seemed lost and absent-minded.
He took a deep breath, grabbed her wrist, and spoke softly: "That car didn't hit you. Be more careful next time."
Lin Nuan shook off his hand. "Just drive, will you?"
If it weren't for Shenshen crying so hard at home, she would never have gotten into Ning Shiyu's car.
As the car started moving, Lin Nuan's spirit gradually recovered. Sister Gui called her again, asking when she'd be back. Lin Nuan said she was already on her way home.
She comforted Lin Shenshen again and again, and only when the little one finally stopped wailing did she wearily hang up the phone.
"Where are the kid's grandparents? They don't care?" Ning Shiyu asked.
"Didn't let them know."
"Heh, how noble." Ning Shiyu sneered, then asked: "Do you love him that much?"
