"A man so large and so proud, yet he actually cried," Qi Helian's eyes revealed his heartache. He said, "The first time was when I was ten years old. I went to play at the Ji family's house and saw him hiding at the third-floor staircase of the Ji house, crying with his eyes red and swollen."
Hearing this, Ji Anning's heart ached unbearably.
She bit her lip, her eyes reddening, the brightness in her eyes growing increasingly lustrous and shimmering.
"Oh!"
Holding her breath, she gave Qi Helian a response, then immediately turned around.
The oversized suit enveloped her petite frame, and gusts of cold air blew, surging into her body.
She hugged her arms, walking faster and faster until she found her car. She pulled open the passenger door and bent down to crawl inside.
"Let's go."
Ji Anning, while fastening her seatbelt, spoke to the assistant who had been waiting in the car.
"Mommy!"
Suddenly, a small figure dashed out from behind.
