Wu Chenjin clenched her hand and helped her wipe away the tears from the corner of her eyes.
"Why are you crying? Wasn't it good on stage just now?" Wu Chenjin asked knowingly.
In fact, he wanted to say something gentle, but he was used to treating her in this paranoid way since he was a child.
In the past, she only had Cao Yuhan in her eyes. He could not get her love. He could only use bullying to win her attention, even if he only got her hatred.
In Song Nuanyi's previous life, she may not understand his strange method of expression, but now she understood. This stupid man just did not know how to express his love for her, and he is not used to turning awkward concerns into natural warmth.
She leaned her face against Wu Chenjin's palm, shook her head, and rubbed gently, saying, "If you hadn't helped me out just now, I would have cried on stage."
Wu Chenjin laughed softly, "Why, I think you are obviously very comfortable on stage."
