After Qiao Lu left, Lu Mingfei was still looking at the newspaper beforehand.
Now, with Zhuo Anan resting on his lap, how could he have the heart to read the newspaper?
She was so close to him that by just lowering his head, he could clearly see her face, even her eyelashes.
She faced sideways, her head towards his body, and he could almost feel the warmth of her breath on him.
That day, after leaving the hospital, Zhuo Junyue had talked to him.
He admitted that Zhuo Junyue's words were reasonable.
He also understood that Zhuo Junyue, out of a father's love for his daughter, was afraid she would get hurt.
He had resolved never to see her again, to let her find her happiness.
Yet, he never expected that she would be so headstrong as to travel all the way to Dian City.
Resolving not to see her was an agonizing decision that no one else knew about.
But he couldn't show it.
He admitted he had fallen for this stubborn fool.
