Ning An completely admits defeat.

She no longer holds the list, her eyes are filled with sadness, her long eyelashes are trembling, and her eyes are broken.

She let go, and Song Shaojun took the list in her hand and looked carefully.

The more I looked, the deeper the Song Shaojun frowned.

Ning An hugged her arms tightly. Although she was wearing a coat, she felt cold all over.

So cold, so cold...

Her face was extremely pale, like a piece of paper, without a trace of blood.

"Let's go, go to my car." Song Shaojun pulled her arm and took her to the underground parking lot.

His Ferrari stopped below.

Ning An got into the car without saying a word, still feeling cold, from head to toe.

Especially the part of the heart, there is no warmth at all.

"Do my brother know about this?" Song Shaojun held the list and sat beside her.

His brows were locked tightly.

Ning An shook his head, his voice clear and dull: "We divorced yesterday, he didn't know."

"Divorce?" Song Shaojun obviously didn't know, "When did you know you were pregnant?"

"It was also yesterday."

"What did you think? Do you agree to a divorce?"

"The divorce I filed for myself was naturally agreed." Ning An hugged her arms, without any expression in her eyes, "It's just that this child came too unexpectedly... I was not ready. Perhaps rational told me that I need to abort him."

Song Shaojun was silent for a while.

Ning An wants to get a divorce, he knows.

Ning An likes his brother, and he knows it too.

"Do you want to give up?" Song Shaojun asked lightly, his voice still had gentle and elegant and mellow.

When Song Shaojun asked these words, Ning An's eyes turned red: "He shouldn't have been born."

Song Shaojun put every expression of her into his eyes, and only her shadow was left in his pupils.

He was accustomed to observing his expression, and Ning An's expression naturally could not escape his eyes.

He knew that Ning An was reluctant to let it go.

Every woman should be happy when she learns that she is pregnant, not like this, uneasy, or even fear.

"Mr. Song, this matter has nothing to do with you. Promise me and don't tell your brother, okay? Promise me..." Ning An looked at him begging, with panic in his eyes.

"I promise you."

"Thank you, Mr. Song... can you make another request? I want to transfer to Jin Sheng's branch in New York, can I? I'll leave in a few days. I know I'm asking for a lot, or even too much..."

"I promise you whatever you say." Song Shaojun stared into her eyes and raised his voice a little, "But can you not feel so wronged?"

It was the first time that Song Shaojun yelled at her like this.

Ning An was a little at a loss, she was confused: "I didn't feel wronged. I'm pretty good now. When I go to the United States, I will forget about it."

"Since my brother agrees to divorce, it is unlikely that he will go to you. When you go to the United States, you can give birth to your child as long as you are willing." Song Shaojun said lightly.

Ning'an was silent.

"Of course, you are the mother of the child, and it will be up to you whether you are born or not. If you want to abort, I will not stop you again. But you think clearly that the child will be gone, and there will be no more." Song Shaojun was very rational.

"I'm a little confused. There have been too many things happening in the past two days." Ning An hugged his arms and was in a panic.

"I know, so in the past few days, you go to the United States first, think clearly first, and don't let yourself regret it."
Chapter completed!