Zheng Haoyu's heart ached dullly, as if someone was scraping a knife across it.
His woman was always sarcastically smiling, saying things that could anger one to death. But now, she was nestled in his arms, sobbing pitifully.
He clenched his fists tightly, then slowly relaxed them and tightly held Su Nian in his arms, whispering reassuringly, "I'm here, Niannian, I came. No one will bully you again."
This time, Su Nian threw herself into Zheng Haoyu's arms without reservation, she let the tears she had been holding back all afternoon pour onto Zheng Haoyu's body.
Zheng Haoyu patted her head, bent over to pick her up in his arms and wrapped her tightly in his suit jacket. With one sharp glance at the crowd, the room immediately fell silent.
Shu Pan, standing nervously below the stage, hesitated as he looked at Zheng Haoyu, then tried to run. Zheng Haoyu, holding Su Nian, descended from the stage step by step, like the king of Underworld approaching Shu Pan.
