Lin Zhenyu closed the door, ignoring the sounds coming from Zhou Yixiu's room, and returned to her child. Looking at the almost one-year-old child, Lin Zhenyu's tears fell.
She didn't even know why, clearly this child was Zhou Yixiu's, yet Zhou Yixiu refused to acknowledge her.
If it weren't for her stubborn determination to protect this child, coupled with Zhou Yixiu thinking the child was still useful, perhaps Zhou Yixiu would have strangled the child to death.
Although Lin Zhenyu later thought carefully and felt that Qi Cheng might have meddled, she couldn't even leave the house now, nor could she do anything, and Zhou Yixiu wouldn't listen to her.
She helplessly watched the child as her tears blurred her eyes.
"Sir." In the morning, after staying by the crib all night, Lin Zhenyu heard the servant's voice and looked up to see Zhou Yixiu standing at the door.
His eyes were cold to the extreme, like a grim reaper walking out from hell, so cold it made one shiver.
