The two exchanged a few words and Jiayi watched Anya enter the room, then went downstairs.
When Huo Zhenyang saw her coming down alone, his brows slightly furrowed, just as he was about to speak, Jiayi had already started, "Let's go."
Huo Zhenyang raised his eyebrow: "Go?"
She nodded: "Anya has decided to stay until she gives birth to the baby."
Huo Zhenyang said no more. The person involved had already made a decision.
Si Yuheng's voice was cold as he said, "Escort Mr. Huo and Miss Jiayi."
~
Walking outside the villa, it was already early in the morning.
The night in the suburbs was thick and sticky, with few street lights for illumination, and the surrounding lush trees made it so dark that you couldn't see your own hand.
Jiayi had taken a few steps when she felt his large hand grip hers, as if fearing she might fall.
Without thinking, she did not resist, her mind elsewhere, quietly letting him lead her to the side of the Bentley.
