"Xinxin." At that moment, Gu Qingheng rolled his wheelchair to the door, handing over a basket, "A mother and daughter still need to have a proper talk... Aunt Hui's thinking is set in stone, and maybe she's feeling wronged right now, thinking she hasn't done anything wrong, so why are you angry with her..."
Yang Ruxin looked up at Gu Qingheng: "Actually, I wish she were an evil mother..."
"Hehe." Gu Qingheng laughed, "Where in the world are there so many perfect things? Our Sister Xin must have a way to solve any problem... "
Yang Ruxin also smiled: "Gu Qingheng, you think too highly of me."
"It's not that I think highly of you, it's that I trust my own judgment." Gu Qingheng also smiled, "I've never been wrong before..." As he said this, his smile suddenly faded, "Well, not never..." Then he bowed his head slightly, appearing somewhat sad.
Yang Ruxin raised her eyebrows slightly and squatted down to look at Gu Qingheng: "Gu Qingheng, you..."
