Qin Yiren's delicate face was filled with pain. She closed her eyes tightly, raised her hand, and tried to open the car door beside her.
Although this was a chance that Yan Xiaye had fought hard to get for her, just seeing him made her feel cold all over, and she didn't want to say even a word more.
Moreover, before leaving, she had expressed, word by word, that their relationship was over, and her child had nothing to do with him.
This was probably not the result he and Ji Manman wanted the most, but it was something they could still accept.
"Wait!"
Seeing the frail little thing in front of him about to leave, Chu Xinian felt a strong agitation in his heart and couldn't help but grab her arm.
In his panic, his grip was much stronger than usual, and his handsome face was slightly distorted, revealing the long-repressed pain and conflict in his heart.
He had said so many heartless and ruthless things; surely, Qin Yiren must hate him to death by now.
