"Little Cha, do you know how Lao Ai and Zhao Ji's kid died?"
As he cradled Shen Xiaoran in his arms like a princess, Chen Yuan spoke with a calm voice.
"Hum." Shen Xiaoran hummed softly, then slightly turned her head, her mouth pulling into a small pout as she muttered quietly, "Put me down, please."
This guy is talking scary stuff.
Was it just because I joked with him that he wants to toss me to my death!
"And how are you feeling right now?"
After putting Shen Xiaoran down and ensuring she was steady on her feet, Chen Yuan looked her up and down seriously and inquired.
"Thank God Yuan, I feel awesome!" Returning to the main subject, Shen Xiaoran looked at her feet, smiled, and nodded, her voice filled with emotion as she said, "It's freedom."
Everyone has their own definition of freedom in their heart.
But because of different identities and circumstances, everyone's freedom is different.
Xia Xinyu's freedom is to no longer have the pressure of money, a stable future.
