"Why are you crying? Although I'm not a psychologist, if you're feeling upset, you can talk to me." Tang Zheng revealed his eight pearly white teeth, coupled with his resolute facial features, he looked like a man with a high degree of affinity.
His smile was imbued with the warmth of the afternoon sun. Jing Xiang felt as if she were lying on a spring meadow, basking in the breeze, somewhat intoxicated.
Tang Zheng began tidying up the room without disturbing Jing Xiang. When dealing with newbies, as long as they weren't irksome characters, he would generally play the good guy. It was a strategy that could be quite useful at times.
Jing Xiang's hands were placed on her belly, she seemed to be at a loss for words. She sneakily shot a glance at Tang Zheng's silhouette, then dropped her gaze again.
