Su Xingyu's face was pale, and her hand, tightly gripped by him, hurt a lot. Even more painful was her heart, as if being trampled and crushed on the ground. She didn't know why he wouldn't agree to a divorce, but it certainly wasn't out of love. Just now, the way he looked at her was filled with anger and brutality, as if he wanted to keep her by his side to torment her, never letting go for a lifetime.
She shivered at her own thoughts, facing the crowd helplessly under his drag.
Zhuang Heng's voice was full of tears and blood, persuading, "Shifeng, don't you want a child?"
He glanced at her, dragging Su Xingyu through the crowd, striding out.
"Where are you going!" Mr. Lu's voice.
He suddenly halted his steps, turned around, "Hospital."
His thin lips coldly spat out these two words, and he dragged Su Xingyu out of the lawn again.
