Confronted by Xia Yanxin's pressing questions, Monica fell silent for a long time before speaking, "Miss Xia, is this question really that important?"
"It is, it's very important to me!" Xia Yanxin said with conviction.
If Long Yutian compromised on his own, then it meant that between money and love, he had still chosen money. After enduring the tough journey of poverty, had he finally grown unable to tolerate a life of poverty and started to bow down to power and wealth? Then what did their love amount to? And what about the child in her womb?
"Oh... Miss Xia, please wait a moment, the master has come out. I will have him call you back in a little while."
"Okay!"
After hanging up the phone, Xia Yanxin sat on the bench in the park, silently waiting. Looking up, a dry yellow leaf was slowly blown down by the wind, landing on her eyes. She reached out to catch the leaf; it was riddled with holes from insects. Suffering from trypophobia, she hurriedly tossed the leaf away.