Six Years After I Broke Up with the Cool Heir of the Capital's Elite, He Went Mad

Six years after we broke up.

I received a call from an unfamiliar number.

"Where are you?"

"Sleeping in England. If there's nothing else, I'm hanging up."

Just as I thought it was another spam call, the usually aloof young master of the Beijing elite rushed up to me like a madman.

He grabbed my wrist, his eyes fixed on the boy beside me.

"Who is this child?"

"I never agreed to break up. How dare you leave me!"

I picked up the child and chuckled.

"What, you didn't want to be with me. Was I supposed to wait forever instead of finding someone who did?"