“Egger, tell me what happened between Xiaoyu and Gu Zhengrong!”
This elegant and small café was not decorated extravagantly, but it was evident that the owner had still spent a lot of effort in decorating it.
After leaving the hospital, Pei Ge and the rest took the children to a nearby café.
They let the two kids play with the café owner’s ragdoll cat as the three adults talked in a secluded corner.
Of course, their topic was the couple.
“What happened? Why did my best friend become like that? Is her child…”
She could not bring herself to finish her words. Disappointment and self-blame were evident in her eyes.
“That’s right; her child is gone,” confirmed the man calmly.
“Gone? Why is it gone?”
She became agitated upon hearing that.
“It’s still fine when I left! Nothing happened then…”
Tears welled up her eyes.
She could remember how happy her best friend was when she spoke about her unborn child.
Why… is the child suddenly gone?
Xiaoyu was looking forward to it…
“I’m really unsure, either, but… your best friend’s miscarriage has something to do with her boyfriend.”
He shook his head. After all, he was not a nosy person and was interested in this woman and not the one currently confined in the hospital. Therefore, how would he know why Tang Xiaoyu had a miscarriage?
Pei Ge’s hands balled up into tight fists when she heard his words.
“Have you called that guy already?” she asked coldly after taking a deep breath.
He Egger nodded. “I called and he should be here shortly.”
Just as they were expecting, Gu Zhengrong arrived soon.
Her clear eyes were cold as she looked at the man clad in a dark-blue suit approaching them in a rush.
“Ge Ge—”
When he saw her, his face showed excitement and happiness.
However, before he could speak further, she walked up to him and—
Slap!
She slapped him hard in the face.
“What did you do to my best friend?! Why is her child gone now?!”
She looked at him coldly, vexation evident in her voice.
She was like a raging volcano that kept spewing lava, burning others, including… herself
“You should just let me do such things.”
Ji Ziming came to her side without her noticing and gently rubbed the hand, which she had used to slap the newcomer.
He sounded so composed and gentle that her anger dissipated a little.
“Does it hurt?”
He looked at her lovingly as he comforted her.
She shook her head foolishly.
“You’re not in pain, but my heart is.”
