I Can't Do It Anymore

Ji Wanzhou went to change his clothes, but when he came back, he found Meng Qingge slumped on the sofa in the cloakroom. Her head was drooping, and she had completely lost the desire to go shopping crazily.

Pih looked at her dumbly at her feet.

Ji Wanzhou's heart ached when he saw her like this. He quickly walked over and hugged her tightly. He whispered, "Qingge, why are you unhappy?"

"I …" Meng Qingge had just opened her mouth, but she didn't know how to say it. How could she bring herself to speak in front of him?

He just glanced at Ji Wanzhou in embarrassment, thought for a while and added: "Understand it yourself."

At this time, his temper had turned, and he dared to let himself understand the situation. All these years, the person who dared to let Ji Wanzhou understand his intentions was no longer in the world.

Not to mention that the woman he loved the most was still carrying her own child.