Mu Tingfeng watched the pleasant scene going on in the passenger seat, as if no one could ever interrupt the two in their little bubble. He suddenly felt a little melancholic, feeling that he was supposed to be in that harmonious picture, but now… he was out of it.
Mu Tingfeng frowned at this unexpected thought. Why would he suddenly have this kind of thought?
He had always despised this woman, he did not even anticipate this child and was unhappy when he was born, but now...
Mu Tingfeng's expression turned dark, and it again turned the atmosphere in the car even drearier.
This time, Zhao Youlin really felt the dreariness, she made a sarcastic quip in her heart. Why did this man have such extreme mood swings? Why was he suddenly angry again?
Zhao Youlin subconsciously tightened her hold on Joy, fending off the dreary air.
