Wang Zibo did not expect that not only did Chen hansheng come, but he was also worried about him. He urged Xiao rongyu, who was nearby, to find out the situation first.
Eastern University's freshmen Gala was only two days away, so Xiaoyu must be very busy. She had given up on her rehearsal time.
To Wang Zibo, who had suffered emotional trauma, this was undoubtedly a basin of charcoal in the winter. His heart was surging and his tears could not be stopped.
Xiao rongyu did not know the details, so she could only call Chen hansheng. "Xiao Chen, there's nothing wrong with Zibo. He's just crying."
"There shouldn't have been any problems in the first place,"
Chen hansheng said while driving, " crying so hard at night, if it's not because of family, then it's because of women. If uncle Wang and aunt Lu are fine, then it must be a woman.
Xiao rongyu glanced at Wang Zibo. The degree of sadness was very similar to how she had cried for Chen hansheng in the past.
