"I knew he would take so many sleeping pills. If I knew, I'd rather die than go out. I really didn't expect..."
Fu Yi listened to her talk about bringing the child back to live and also knew about her job nature. If it's exposed she has a child, the paparazzi would surely chase them relentlessly. Before Wei Lou died, he entrusted them to Fu Yi's care. Fu Yi couldn't just ignore them, especially since part of the reason Wei Lou had the accident was because of him.
Wei Lou died delivering documents to him on the road.
Fu Yi glanced at her. Gu Qing was crying miserably, her tears soaked her clothes, and it didn't seem like she was lying.
These years, she had been struggling to live with Wei Lou's posthumous child as a woman.
He suppressed his impatience, softened his voice slightly, "Cui Jiangjing is here, Chengcheng will be fine. Stop crying, crying won't solve anything. When Chengcheng comes out, he'll still need someone to take care of him."
