Pei Ziheng's expression was gloomy, and he turned his head slightly.
She grabbed onto those official documents tightly, distorting the thick and white papers and leaving behind ugly marks. "I don't want you to die…" She murmured, tears rolling down her cheeks. "I beg you, please don't be like this, don't make me feel as though you will leave me anytime, anywhere…"
Pei Ziheng said mutely, "Everyone has their own lives."
She cried, "That's not your life! Pei Ziheng, if you die, I'll… I'll follow Li lei back to the headquarters, give birth to a pile of children and anger the life out of you!" She was incoherent, not caring that her words carried ill language.
His expression was shocked, and after a long while, he suddenly said with a low tone, "Xiao Ling, if I die, just live a quiet life with Li Lei. Let him protect you, take care of you, give birth to a bunch of kids, and let them be filial to you when they grow up."