Her eyes were already blurred by her tears, and all ruan Mengmeng could see was a black car parked in front of her.
She stopped in her tracks and was about to walk around when the car door was opened.
A tall figure stepped out of the car. When he saw the girl whose eyes were as red as a rabbit's, the man did not hesitate to open his arms and hug her tightly.
The sudden hug, the warm and stable arm-the girl who was covered in thorns and wanted to push the stranger away a moment ago, felt the familiar cold aura and strangely became gentle.
Her small hand grabbed the lower hem of his coat tightly, and she raised her tear-blurred face. "Li Zhengrong, li junyu Zhengrong."
It's him. He's here.
She had so many things to say, so many grievances, so many things she wanted to confide in.
However, in the presidential palace, she couldn't blame her grandfather. The president's back was hunched with guilt, so she couldn't bear to blame him.
