"Do you have something to say to me?" Qiao Dongyang stood tall, his gaze fixed on him.
In his memory, he was still the tiny, adorable child he had first met.
But in the blink of an eye.
She had aged, the little child she once wanted to treat with care had grown into a towering tree, an adult, tall and handsome. In a moment that she couldn't hold onto, he had shut her out of his world.
All of Dong Shan's calm and elegance were useless in front of Qiao Dongyang.
"Dong," facing her outstanding son, she couldn't strike a motherly pose, and felt at a loss, "Actually, I've wanted to explain things to you for a long time. But my attempts failed. You wouldn't listen to me, not even a word."
Qiao Dongyang's eyebrows moved, "I'm listening now."
Dong Shan stared at him blankly.
Qiao Dongyang, "Sit over there."
The two of them sat down on the living room sofa.
