Zhou Shengting thought it through carefully before he realized just how much Bai Lan had suffered for his sake.
He truly was a bastard, but Bai Lan's sudden change made him think hard as well.
It turned out his mother had been the one causing trouble, yet that fool silently bore it all.
Thinking back, Zhou Shengting felt as if his heart was pricked by a needle, a very painful sensation.
Finally, he arrived home, parked the car, and couldn't wait to open the door.
At that moment, Bai Lan was in the kitchen cooking. Hearing the noise outside, she hadn't had the chance to turn around and greet him when Zhou Shengting's strong arms were already wrapped around her waist.
Following that, his chin rested on her shoulder, his body weight leaning slightly into her.
Bai Lan was taken aback for a moment, then somewhat helplessly said, "What's wrong? I'm still cooking. I smell like cooking oil."
