Huo Xiaoran sat in the car and held his phone tightly as he stared at the phone screen gloomily.
Qiao An looked at him quietly. Seeing his involuntary frown, Qiao An knew that he was suffering.
Qiao An reached out and held his hand tightly. "Brother Xiaoran, if you want to see him, go see him."
Huo Xiaoran protested excitedly, "Every time I'm kind to him, I'll be used by his selfishness. At that time, I'll be even angrier and more disappointed. An'an, I don't want to see him anymore."
Qiao An was silent for a moment. "Your concerns are right. But you still can't be heartless enough to give up on him. Why don't I make this trip for you and help you find out more about him?"
Huo Xiaoran tightened his grip on Qiao An's hand. "Aren't you pregnant? You should avoid such a terrible thing."
