In the end, father su agreed.
Sheng Jinghua smiled as he picked up the tea that had turned cold and took another sip.
After a few casual words, he got up and left the SU family's house.
No one knew that su yanran, who was hiding in the dark, had heard everything.
The young girl's beautiful almond-shaped eyes were filled with disbelief, anger, and disappointment.
Su yanran liked Sheng Jinghua.
He had liked her for many years.
When she was still a 12 or 13-year-old girl, Sheng Jinghua was about 20 years old. He was a high-spirited young man with pride and frivolity in his eyes.
When he was young, he was drunk and almost hit a little girl on the street.
Sheng Jinghua had long forgotten about this.
However, su yanran remembered it. She had remembered it for six whole years.
The man's eyebrows were like a painting, and his eyes were like paint. He sat on a tall horse and stretched out his hand to her. He simply asked, " are you okay? "
