"I know you hate me; I didn't come here for you. If you don't take care of your health and fall ill, what will happen? The child still needs you."
Leng Yixiu was right; she was not alone now, she still had little Xiao Yi Xun.
Lin Yixun took the umbrella from the man's hand, her face expressionless. "Can you leave now?"
The man saw her cold demeanor and unwillingness to be involved with him, so he didn't insist. After delivering the umbrella, he prepared to leave.
However, just at that moment, Sister Yi's call suddenly came in.
The man answered the phone, his expression changing dramatically the next second. "What did you say?"
Gathering himself, he took a deep breath and said in a low voice, "Sister Yi, don't panic. Let the driver take you and Yixun to the hospital first; I'll be there right away."
Although Lin Yixun did not pay much attention, she unintentionally overheard Leng Yixiu's words.
