Ning An looked at Song Shaoyan with his peripheral vision for a long time. Is this man a fool? He is motionless?

She couldn't stand it anymore and walked to Song Shaoyan: "Are you cold?"

Only then did Song Shaoyan withdraw his thoughts, raised his head and glanced at Ning An silently, staring at her face without saying a word.

Ning An was silent: "I asked you if it's cold? If it's cold, go back upstairs first. I'm afraid your body won't be able to bear it."

"Aren't they just sick and disabled? If they can't bear it, they won't contribute much to society anyway."

Ning An choked on him.

Song Shaoyan had not choked her for a long time, and his attitude had even changed a lot. This time, Ning An felt that he was meddling in her own business.

Ning An's eyes changed.

"You're so strange. I just care about you, but you can be so sensitive. A man thinks about things all day long. He doesn't know what he is thinking. It's like menopause. If you don't feel like talking to me, don't

If you stay here, I wouldn’t welcome you in the first place, so just go back to your hotel!”

"Yes, you didn't welcome me in the first place. It's just me being sentimental."

Ning An mentally scolded him "crazy" several times.

It was obviously fine in the morning, but maybe it was the cold wind outside that blew me away!

"Mom, uncle, look, the little snowman has grown taller again." Little Candy shoveled a lot of snow again.

Song Shaoyan's eyes were indifferent and lackluster.

Ning An was too lazy to pay attention to him, walked to Little Candy, and continued to build snowmen and make snowballs with Little Candy.

She really didn't know what happened to Song Shaoyan.

A grown man is so pretentious and sensitive that even gods can't save him.

Ning An was playing with Little Candy, and she didn't know when Song Shaoyan left on his own.

When she raised her head, she happened to see Song Shaoyan's back. In the vast snow, his figure was lonely and lonely. He gradually went away, leaving only the trace of his wheelchair, and finally disappeared.

Little Candy hadn't noticed that he was gone, and by the time she found out, Uncle Song had no trace left.

"Mom, where is Uncle Song?"

"He has something to do and will leave first."

Song Shaojun came downstairs.

He gave all the materials to Little Candy, and asked Little Candy to help the snowman put on eyes, nose, mouth...

Little Candy had a great time, and after building the snowman, she asked Ning An to take a lot of photos for her.

She also played snowball fights with the children in the community and ran around without fear of falling.

When Little Candy was playing with other children, Ning An stood up and silently glanced at the white snow and the frost on the trees in the distance.

Song Shaojun patted the snow on his hands, put his hands in his coat pockets, and walked to her side: "Why is my brother gone?"

"Who knows him?" Ning An's tone was full of disdain and speechlessness.

"Has he been in New York many days?"

"For a while, he came to see Little Candy's Christmas party. I don't know how he got to know Little Candy, but Little Candy is very attached to him."

"Does Little Candy know that Song Shaoyan is her father?"

"I don't know." Ning An said lightly, "I don't think it's necessary to let Little Candy know that I have no plans to get back together with Song Shaoyan."

"What about my brother? Does he know that Little Candy is his biological daughter?"

"I don't know."

Ning An felt unsure.

Song Shaoyan seemed to know, but also seemed not to know.

Song Shaoyan's IQ is not low. Since he knows that she is not married to Shao Jun and Little Candy is five years old, it stands to reason that... he knows.
Chapter completed!