Ji Muye's heart clenched abruptly.
A buzzing filled his ears, and the world fell silent.
He couldn't hear Lu Xining's voice, couldn't hear the children's voices; his entire being seemed to plunge from a volcano into a glacier in an instant, his limbs weak.
After a long while.
He turned his back, his breathing gradually stabilized, and he returned to his former demeanor, only his voice was colder and more merciless than before.
"You don't want me, it's fine, but I won't give you custody of the child."
Lu Xining thought about how he had just gone home with Liu Xixi to meet the elders, whereas she had been married to him for five years, and after the child was born, every time she begged him to accompany her back to Yunqiao Village to pay respects to her grandmother, he had found all kinds of excuses to refuse.
This discrepancy...
Indeed, love and the lack thereof were all too clear.