Chapter 318 Perhaps, He Was Born Cold-Hearted

After a while, Yan Xiaye, in the midst of a high fever, slowly understood the man's meaning and, wanting to cry but holding back, tugged at the corners of her mouth and nodded her head obediently with it hanging down.

She didn't care if Tao Jingxi saw her as a patient; she just... didn't want to be alone.

Some time later, the doctor returned with a syringe and temporarily asked Tao Jingxi to wait outside in the corridor.

In the office, Yan Xiaye watched the shiny needle approach her and, with a despondent heart, endured the injection. Her already sour mood finally found an overt excuse to break out, and she buried her face in her arms on the table and cried bitterly.

The moment Mother Yan refused to return the voice recorder, Yan Xiaye realized she genuinely had no family left in the world, besides the child of unknown whereabouts yet connected by blood.