"Where's Yingying? Tell me, where is she?" Xiao Qi wasn't dead during his coma; he knew how excessive his mother had been towards her. It was his choice; she didn't want him to be so good to her; he just wanted to treat her well.
But his mother didn't understand his heart. He didn't blame her, but he couldn't treat them in that way. After all, it was his own shortcomings that put her in a difficult position.
"I don't know. She hasn't come by these days. No one cares what she's doing." Mrs. Xiao thought it was better if Nangong Beiying didn't come here to be an eyesore; who cared where she's gone off to.
"Mom, really, I have to find her. If anything happens to her or the baby, you'll regret it." Xiao Qi truly didn't know how to speak to his mother anymore; only his family could act this way.
