Li Jiaqi's hands were intertwined, biting her lower lip, as she lifted her gaze toward He Yingdong.
His eyes carried a cold, decisive look.
Yes, he never took her words to heart.
No matter what she said, he wouldn't change.
He was He Yingdong, and he always did things his own way.
Ha... She let out a helpless, bitter smile.
Her temples started to throb slightly, and her legs were trembling.
"Mommy..."
A soft, weak voice came through.
She turned around to look, seeing Tianxin's little face turn pale with fright, her small hands clutching the stair railing tightly, looking at her with a nervous expression.
Tears brimmed in her large eyes, but none fell.
"Baby..."
Li Jiaqi quickly turned and ran over, picking Tianxin up and hurriedly going upstairs.
After entering the bedroom, she quickly closed the door.
Then she sat on the sofa holding Tianxin, her heart unable to find peace.
"Mommy, why are the two uncles fighting?"
