Qiao Yin felt a sourness in her nose as tears welled up unconsciously, "Jiasen, you don't have to grow up so fast. I'll take care of you from now on. Don't go back to Qiao Haidong anymore. You can still be a child and grow up happily."
Jiasen reached out to wipe the tears from her face, held back, and finally pulled her into an embrace, patting her back to comfort her, "I've been a child for over a decade and don't want to be one anymore. Growing up isn't bad; I want to grow up more than anyone else. You don't need to take care of me, I can already take care of myself."
He was too sensible. Qiao Yin's heart ached, and her tears fell even faster. "How old are you? How can you support yourself? Listen to me, don't go out and work. Just focus on your studies, don't worry about anything else. I'm making money now with the clinic, I can support you through high school without a problem!"
