Gu Hai walked out of the hospital room, his kindly fatherly demeanor from moments ago vanished instantly, replaced with a heavy seriousness. Just now, Gu Mingzhu's words carried secrets, she was clearly feeling guilty.
He'd raised this daughter since she was small—Gu Hai knew her well. Gu Mingzhu had always been so proud, her eyes forever full of confidence. If she had just a bit of justification, she could talk it up tenfold. But just now, Gu Mingzhu admitted fault.
Gu Hai's face darkened. He really didn't know what mistake Gu Mingzhu made that was so grave it pushed Jiang Jing beyond tolerance, enough for him to argue with her despite her pregnancy, resulting in premature birth.
"How is Mingzhu? Is she feeling any better?" Fang Yue hurried over to ask, peering through the little window in the door, seeing Gu Mingzhu lying in bed. She was deeply worried.
