He silently walked down the stairs beside him, one step at a time, each step so heavy.

The night gradually deepened, the lights of thousands of homes lit up one by one, illuminating the dark city, the roads extending in all directions, the traffic was busy, the vehicles returning at night formed a long line, and the owner of each car was anxious, except for him.

With one hand on the wheel, he faced the congestion without hurrying, not only did he not want the traffic to improve, but he wished that the road would continue to be blocked, so that he would not have to go home or face anything.

It's just that what should come will always come, and what should be faced must be faced in the end, and evasion will not solve the problem.

At half past ten o'clock, the car slowly stopped downstairs, he got out of the car, but he didn't have the courage to go upstairs immediately, gently closed the door, stood obliquely, took out a cigarette case, lit one, the smell of nicotine spread, the smoke rose, hiding his gray expression, only the dark eyes still showed a little blur in the night, and even a little hesitant.

His father's painful question was still in his ears, she asked where her daughter was, but her mother refused to say, but he already knew that he was not unfamiliar with the name Fang Meiying, because when he sent someone to investigate Wang Xiaoman, it was clearly written on the information that she grew up in a single-parent family, and her mother was called Fang Meiying.

Dad, what kind of person are you, first Aunt Fang, then my mother, and then Yan Lexi.

At this moment, Mu Shaoqian even hated himself, why did he know about the relationship between his father and Wang Xiaoman, why did he know?

Maybe Xiao Man is right, she has always been silent about him, but he knows everything crookedly, now it's okay, he knows everything, he knows it all clearly, but if he doesn't know how good it should be, then he can deceive himself as if they have nothing to do with it, even if she agreed to be with him for the 10 million, it doesn't matter, it's better than now...... Better than they are...... Half-brother and sister.

Looking upstairs, the warm light through a certain window, that light made his heart warm and sad, there, there she was.

Thinking of this, the corners of his thin lips were slightly hooked, with a touch of self-deprecation.

Love, huh?

Maybe he is destined to be devoid of love in this life.

Loving someone is a torturous thing, and falling in love with someone you shouldn't love is something more painful than doing anything.

The mobile phone in his pocket kept vibrating, he didn't answer, and he didn't dare to answer, but he knew who called, and looked up at a window again, that delicate figure.

Upstairs, Wang Xiaoman suddenly had a strong palpitation, and his hands couldn't help covering his chest.

I don't know what's going on, not long after Mu Shaoqian left, her mind began to panic for no reason, her heart was clenched tightly, and her brain was also muddy, as if she had a premonition that something bad was going to happen.

She didn't want to think about it, so she deliberately kept herself busy, and the meal was already hot, so she had to tidy up the room, wash the sheets, mop the floor, and polish every tile shiny, until everything was spotless, and there was nothing left to clean up, she calmed down, turned on the TV, but turned off the sound.

Looking at the time, it was already 11 o'clock, why hadn't he come back yet, was something wrong?

It's not as far from here to the hospital as you think, why, haven't you come back for so long?