He succeeded, she indeed felt life was too painful to bear, and today, exposing Zhou Xiaoyu's identity had become an irony.
He never loved her, he just thought of a way to sleep with her and then kick her away; to let her fall in love with him and then abandon her; he even fabricated an ex to humiliate her. His kindness towards her was nothing but revenge.
And she, day and night, lay in the same bed with the man who killed her father. Now, she even carries his child; just a moment ago, she was complacent about saving their relationship for the sake of this child.
"Miss, you have arrived at your destination." The driver stopped the car at the foot of the Pujing Government Building, calling out twice to the girl lost in thought in the back seat: "Miss, Miss."
Gu Qili shifted her gaze from the roof of the car to his face, and after a long look, she grabbed her purse and got out of the car.
"Miss, you haven't paid yet." The driver called out anxiously.
