After all, it was her own flesh and blood; she really couldn't bring herself to do it.

But what if she really gives birth to him? Will she be able to raise him all by herself?

The words Song Yuhao had just said gradually echoed in his mind.

"I can help my sister raise them!"

Thinking of this, Song Yuli scratched his hair in frustration.

How could she let him help raise him? He's only 15 years old, still a child.

Her mother was pregnant out of wedlock and was unable to raise her after giving birth. She also passed away early due to emotional distress. Therefore, Song Demin raised her from a young age.

Because Song Demin was unmarried and had a child, his marriage was delayed for a very long time.

Do I have to end up like my mother, dragging Yuhao down?

Her uncle and mother are siblings, while she and Song Yuhao are only cousins; there is a generation between them.

Suddenly, a white light flashed through Song Yuli's mind. She quickly walked to the desk, sat down, opened the drawer, and found a business card lying quietly inside.

Song Yuli held the business card in his hand, his thumb unconsciously rubbing against it.

Should we call him?

*

"Daddy, Daddy..."

A soft, sweet cry rang out, exceptionally clear in the darkness.

Nangong Yu shook his head and looked around. It was pitch black all around, and he couldn't see anything.

"Daddy, Daddy..."

The cries grew clearer, and Nangong Yu's thick, sword-like eyebrows furrowed slightly, a hint of doubt flashing in his deep black eyes.

Why is there a child crying?

Guided by his senses, he walked through the darkness. Finally, in a small corner, he saw a tiny figure sitting on the ground, crying very sadly.

The little boy seemed to see Nangong Yu as well, and immediately, his tears flowed even more.

"Daddy, don't you want the baby and Mommy anymore?"

Looking at the tears on the little boy's face, Nangong Yu felt as if his heart was being pricked by needles.

He opened his mouth, about to speak, when a shrill ringing suddenly sounded.

Nangong Yudou opened his eyes, sat up abruptly in bed, panting heavily, with beads of sweat on his forehead.

The shrill ringing continued relentlessly. Nangong Yu looked at the caller ID on his phone screen with displeasure; it was from City B.

His deep eyes flickered slightly, and he reached out and picked up his phone.

"Hello."

*

Vertical day.

As dawn broke, Song Yuli got up early, made breakfast for Song Demin and the others, left a note, and then left.

Not long after she left, Song Demin came out and picked up the note on the table.

Uncle, I'm going out now. I'll think carefully about your suggestion.

After reading it, he couldn't help but sigh.

He didn't want to be so cruel.

It's important to understand that although Song Yuli wasn't his biological daughter, he had raised her from a young age. In his heart, Song Yuli was no different from his own daughter, and sometimes he treated her even better than Song Yuhao.

Therefore, he couldn't bear to force Song Yu to leave and have an abortion.

However, if she doesn't abort the child, she will definitely be looked down upon by others when she raises the child alone in the future.

Don't doubt it, this society is just that terrifying.

Just then, a cold snort rang out behind Song Demin. He frowned, but before he could turn around, he saw Song Yuhao carrying a schoolbag and swaggering away.