Qi Luoge did not say anything. She seemed to be thinking about what would happen after the child left.
Qiao Yushi did not want her to keep paying attention to the child. The deceased had passed away. The thoughts of the living could only become the fetters of the deceased.
He also felt sorry for the child, but he would rather take her with him and look forward. The futile sadness was meaningless.
"You're not talking. You're not really thinking of abandoning me, are you? I thought you promised your father that breaking up with me was a temporary solution. Are you serious?"
"Hmm?" Qi Luoge was obviously stunned for a moment before she recovered from her thoughts of her child.
"No, don't think about it. I promised to be with you, so I won't break up easily. My father, he is also thinking for me. "When he sees our sincerity and persistence one day, I believe he will be moved and agree."