Yan Xiruo's voice was gentle as she held the phone and opened the photo album, flipping through to find an old picture of her and him...
In the photo, the two were indeed very close.
He gave her a deep look, said nothing further, and nodded slightly.
Seeing He Yingdong believed her, Yan Xiruo finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Now that it's hard to reconcile with He Yingdong, she cannot let Li Jiaqi have a chance.
Li Jiaqi wandered the streets for a long time before returning.
He Yingdong lost his memory, and she lost all hope.
If it were before, he might let Huo Siyuan go, at most just torture her a bit.
But now, she can do nothing.
When she returned to the Li Family, it was already eight o'clock at night.
Just as she reached the Li Family's door, a small figure ran out and grabbed her hand, "Auntie, you're back!"
Li Jiaqi squatted down and gently lifted Li Chengxun's chin, "Xiao Bai, did you have fun today?"
"Auntie, let's play a game, shall we?"
