"Do you always remember this?" Little Yiren raised her arm and touched Zheng Ren's head to show her encouragement.
Zheng Ren gently stroked his cheek and kissed Little Yiren's hand.
"Ah!" Little Yiren almost jumped up as if she had been electrocuted.
"Yes." Zheng Ren then held Little Yiren's hand and said, "If you are poor, you should take care of yourself. If you are successful, you must help the world. I think it's very right."
"My father said the same thing. He said that he didn't want me to do anything earth-shattering, and he didn't want me to enter the business world to inherit my mantle and expand my territory. As long as I can do something meaningful, that's enough." Little Yiren's face was still a little red, but she pretended that nothing had happened and smiled.
After getting off the elevator, Zheng Ren held little Yiren's hand and entered the house.
