Tianxin, This Little Black Dot Is Our Kid?

Gu Yancheng passed the motorcycle key to Li Qingcang. He knew clearer than anyone else that Tianxin was already pregnant now.

Pregnant women are so fragile; they shouldn't be shocked or disrupted in any way, not even a little bit.

"Thank you."

Li QIngcang thanked Gu Yancheng. Regardless of his intention and motive for doing it, his reminder helped the two of them avoid dying in the fiery explosion.

Because of this alone, he should thank him.

He sat on the motorcycle. Ye Tianxin hugged Li Qingcang's waist after sitting on the motorcycle as well.

"Tianxin, hold on tight. We're setting off."

Li QIngcang wore the jacket of his casual suit on the bike. As the wind blew on his jacket, the jacket looked like an open sail on him.

Ye Tianxin sat behind him and looked like a child who loved and relied on him.

Gu Yancheng stood on the viaduct. He watched the two of them leave with a ruthless, dark, hateful expression on his face.