Jiang Zhuoheng turned around and glanced at Su Yan and the girl he was carrying on his back. After Su Yan found his car and turned on the lights, Jiang Zhuoheng sighed heavily to himself.
Sigh!
That's the difference between a girl that he liked and a girl that he didn't. It didn't matter who came first.
'I could move the heavens and Earth, but I can't touch you.'
Jiang Zhuoheng suddenly recalled the lyrics of a song, and he pressed his lips in bitterness.
Su Yan placed Mixiao in the back seat. The girl curled up immediately. She didn't move afterward and simply continued to mumble to herself.
It sounded as if she was still complaining about Su Yan.
Su Yan stood beside the car with his back bent. He peered and watched Mixiao with a gentle smile.
This was the feeling that he was looking for. He felt at ease and comfortable.
