Tang Xi spent the whole night in a daze.
In the restaurant, she saw Fu Tingzhou leaving with Shu Mengshu.
Fang Yuan kept gossiping with her, but Tang Xi wasn't interested in listening. She forced a smile in response, finished her dinner, and then took a taxi home.
It's called home, but actually, it's not.
This is Longshan Villa.
Fu Tingzhou's place, not hers.
It's too luxurious, too extravagant. Yet, it's also too cold.
When she got home, Fu Tingzhou hadn't returned yet.
Tang Xi knew that he must have been sending Shu Mengshu home.
Her heart felt uncomfortably heavy.
She accompanied her daughter in Tangtang's bedroom, painting together.
Watching her daughter's pure smile, Tang Xi felt somewhat lost.
She didn't know what to do.
She didn't know what to do if Fu Tingzhou liked Shu Mengshu, married Shu Mengshu, then what would become of her daughter.