"Yanyan..." Chu Sihao gently supported Xia Yanxin's shoulders from behind, softly calling her name. He called her four or five times in succession before she finally snapped back to reality, clumsily wiping away her tears, and murmured a low acknowledgement.
"Yanyan, should I go and beat him up to vent your anger?" Chu Sihao's determined eyes were tinged with concern. Seeing her in pain made him feel heavy and oppressed. He turned around to open the car door, ready to rush out to seek justice for her.
"Don't!" Xia Yanxin pulled at his arm in a panic.
"Don't do that! Brother Hao, I know you mean well. But now, as a police officer, you'd definitely face disciplinary action if you fought with him. Besides, I've already broken up with him; we have no relationship anymore."
"Even if you've broken up, he can't just ignore his child! What kind of man is he if he doesn't care about his own flesh and blood?" Chu Sihao said in frustration.
