She still had Jinjin, Xingxing, and Xuanxuan. For these three most important people in her life, she couldn't fall.
There's strength in motherhood. Yun Ya saw the determination in Meng Shujing's eyes and secretly sighed.
Yan Nanxiao drove away from the Yan Family and wandered aimlessly through the streets until he passed by a bar. He saw scantily clad women at the entrance beckoning customers, the garish lights casting shadows on their heavily made-up faces, making them look both alluring and cheap, yet inexplicably attractive.
Yan Nanxiao parked the car by the roadside and took a deep drag of his cigarette. The sudden inhale made him cough violently, and he hurriedly lowered the window, letting the cold air dispel the choking smoke.
