He handed over the clothes with a stern face.
But within a few seconds, expensive suit was covered with traces of the petite woman.
Lan Xin Ai had cried for a good while, and eventually fell asleep on Xi Yemo's shoulder, not having slept the previous night, and now after a bout of intense crying, she relaxed and slept like a log.
Mr. Xi gazed at her sleepy eyes, saw her face stained with tears and snot, his brow involuntarily furrowed, but then he seemed to think of something.
The man took out his cell phone and clicked a few pictures.
Only then did he take a tissue to clean her up.
...
Ai Minzhen sat on the ground for a long time without moving.
"Mrs." The waiter had to come over and call out a few times.
But Ai Minzhen seemed not to hear, sitting there dumbly with tears streaming down, her mind filled with only one thought.
Xiaohan is not going to make it.
...
When Lan Xin Ai woke up, she was lying on the big bed at home.
"Husband," she called out.
