Ning Mengmeng's expression could not help but change, and the tears in her eyes…
It had already dripped down!
It was as if she had been waiting for this sentence for a long time.
She finally got a response from the man.
Su Zihang's heart ached as he stepped forward. "Mengmeng, don't cry."
Just as he was about to reach out and wipe Ning Mengmeng's tears, she suddenly sniffed and turned to walk into the living room.
In the living room, there were sofas on both sides and the front. However, the sofas on both sides were single-person sofas, and the armrests on both sides were very high.
Ning Mengmeng sat on the armchair on the balcony, wiping her tears.
Su Zihang walked to the sofa and sat down on the side that was close to her. He said anxiously, "Mengmeng, don't cry, okay? If you cry, it hurts here."
Su Zihang placed his hand on his chest as he spoke. Ning Mengmeng quickly nodded. "Okay, I won't cry."
