hivered slightly, Lang An would pull her closer, warming her with his own body."Miss Xing'er...""Miss Xing'er...""Miss Xing'er..."“Wake up!”"Wake up!"Lian Xing'er vaguely heard someone calling her nam..."My child, can only be mine and Yimo's. If Yimo cannot give birth, then I will not want a child." 。 the car, no, the whole world, seemed to fall silent. 。But Ming Sihan could still hear outside the car, even Xing'er saying to Lang An: "Xiao An'an, is the driver here yet" "Not yet..." 。"Then you ca...