"What's wrong?"
Tingxuan heard her voice and pushed open the bedroom door to come in.
Han Yi held her phone and said anxiously, "Tingxuan, Yuling just called. She was crying, saying that Lin Ruoxi hit her. Tingxuan, you should bring Yuling back!"
Tingxuan sat down, reached out to touch her forehead, which was covered in cold sweat, and gently smoothed her bangs.
"Calm down, sweetheart, did you have a nightmare again?"
Lately, he often heard her calling Gong Yuling's name in her sleep.
"This isn't a dream, look at this phone..."
Tingxuan picked up her phone, glanced at it, and stared at the number displayed.
After a while, he closed the phone.
"Listen, I know you really like Yuling. But she's Lin Ruoxi's daughter. If she stays in this house, peace will never return."
"So, you won't bring her back, will you?"
"Darling, we'll have our own daughter, too. Can you stop focusing on someone else's daughter?"
