Shen chengjing drove back to the ink Garden.
Suddenly, she saw a figure standing outside. She stopped the car and walked towards him.
"Father, why don't you go in?" Shen chengjing jogged over to mo chenghuan.
He was standing in the wind. Now that the sky was getting dark, his figure looked very desolate and lonely! Mo chenghuan was a man who was not good at expressing himself, but he did things so steadily that there was nothing to say.
"Chengjing is back?" Mo Cheng looked at her.
She was confused when she saw the cake in his hand.
"Father, whose birthday is it today?" She asked.
"It's San er's mother's birthday. Chengjing, spend some time with him." Mo Cheng called out, but his black eyes were filled with sadness. He smiled bitterly, "He's used to spending it every year. Although he doesn't take it seriously, he's always lonely. "
