It was still far away. Their faces were full of regret, but in the end, they were actually sitting there.
At that moment, Leng Xiaomo did not know if she should cry or laugh.
"Little Mo, you should go over."
Gu Liang touched her hand and smiled at her gently.
"Mommy, Yingluo."
Leng Xiaomo turned to look at her, tears about to flow out of her eyes. For a moment, she seemed to be a little unaccustomed to this kind of occasion and was a little helpless.
"Good child, go."
Gu Liang knew she was nervous. He walked to her side and patted her arm gently.
Leng Xiaomo was really nervous.
She was still sleeping and did not know anything. Until now, she was still in a daze and did not know what was going on because she had not seen anyone who could make her feel at ease.
A middle-aged man in a suit who was sitting in the back row stood up.
Probably because he had been working out all year round, he still looked young, mature, and full of charm.
