Kong Mengjie doesn't look at him either. "Mom, can you go buy some tofu? I want to make braised tofu."
"Alright, you two stay here, comrade, please make yourself at home. Stay and have lunch at home."
"Thank you, Aunt."
Once it was just the two of them left in the room, Zhao Zhongshuo stood by the bedside, looking at the newborn baby.
"Mengjie, the son looks so much like me."
"Zhao Zhongshuo, I hope you won't come around in the future."
"Mengjie, don't be like this. This is my son. Leave the Huangs and be with me."
"I definitely won't. Zhao Zhongshuo, I still say the same thing. If you really want what's best for me and our son, I beg you to stay far away from us, don't come close, even if it's for the child."
Zhao Zhongshuo took a painful look at the woman he loved, then lowered his head to look at the child.
"If you want to force us into desperation, then keep on pestering."
Suddenly, Zhao Zhongshuo leaned in and gently kissed Kong Mengjie's red lips.
