Ling saw her getting into a taxi and hurriedly made a phone call, instructing Number One to quickly drive over and follow behind the taxi.
An Ziqi, in a moment of frustration, ran out of her house, not knowing where she actually wanted to go.
In the end, she went straight back to the Ye Family's old home.
It had been a long time since anyone had lived there. An Ziqi returned to her room, looking at the dusty space.
Thinking of the first time he brought her here, her heart couldn't stop feeling the pangs of heartache and sorrow.
Alone, she carried water and a towel into the room to clean, her tears dripping one by one into the water.
Suddenly, it felt as if something had kicked her in the lower abdomen.
An Ziqi dropped the towel she was holding, her hands trembling slightly as she placed them on her belly, feeling another kick.
She could clearly feel the movements of the baby inside her. The unborn child seemed to sense her distress and moved several times in succession.
