Ye Cheng listened to her words and understood everything. In his wife's heart, the baby would always come first, and as for himself, he still didn't know whether he even had a place in her heart.
"You," Ye Cheng said, biting gently on Xiaofeng's nose tip, "can't you say something nice for me to hear, even if it's just lip service?"
She always had to draw such clear lines between them.
Xiaofeng looked up, and their lips met in a response.
After a while, Xiaofeng softly answered, "So, what's your decision?"
"I am a married man, of course, I can't marry again," Ye Cheng said, his breathing a bit heavy. "You might be right about one thing, old man Xu is not tender-hearted."
"I think he must know about my existence, otherwise you wouldn't have been in such a hurry to bring me over."