The man who is not loved be the third person

Gu Xiyao smiled warmly but did not say a word. His emotions were like a person who knew himself how to drink water, an outsider would not be able to help him.

Not far away, Gu Xiaotao ran towards them across the lawn. Gu Xiyao stood up and carried the child in his arms. "You should go to sleep.

"Good night, Third Uncle." The little ghost spoke in a childish voice.

"Good night." When Ji Weiyang looked at the child, his gaze was gentle yet also carried a trace of bitterness. It was also unknown when he and Zhan Yan would be able to have their own children.

In the same pitch-black and tranquil night, Zhan Yan and Wei Jingnian sat in the study room and conversed with each other. After Ji Weiyang left, pressure came from all directions. Even their father's work had met with resistance.