Jun Mochan's face bore a timely expression of guilt: "Come on, don't cry. We will soon have children."
She desires it, and however many she wants is fine—it's just that I fear she may not want it at all.
Song Yue was holding Jun Mochan's hand, her tone full of sorrow: "Don't leave, stay here and keep me company, will you?"
"I have hired two caregivers for you, they will take good care of you," Jun Mochan withdrew his hand.
Song Yue lifted herself halfway up: "Mo Han, don't go."
Jun Mochan wanted to just throw his hands up and leave, ready to explode, but thinking about the bigger picture, he forcefully suppressed his rage.
When he turned his head again, his eyes were filled with unbearable pain, as if truly bewitched by Song Yue: "Baby, I'll be back soon, I'm just going to have a look."
At this moment, Jun Mochan's phone rang again, and he hastily gave Song Yue a reminder before leaving.
In Song Yue's eyes, there was reluctance and dissatisfaction, but also happiness.
