The car slowly started, and Lin Ce looked at the rearview mirror, feeling the low pressure inside the carriage. He couldn't help rolling his eyes. Are they tormenting each other or tormenting us bystanders?
Now that Manager Buhui has found his way here, can't he be more proactive? Actually, Mr. Mo is really easy to please; a little kissing and hugging would suffice. Why can't she comprehend this?
Gu Qian watched as Mo Beichen's car drove away, but she didn't turn around to leave.
She leaned against the pillar, as if all the strength in her body had been drained, she feebly squatted down. She didn't know what to do. The deep affection Mo Beichen had for her, whether four years ago or four years later, was something she could never repay.
But she didn't want to go through the despair from four years ago again. The child she couldn't save then was a lifelong sorrow for her, and a hurdle she and Mo Beichen could never get past.
