"Stop talking!" Qianning interrupted him. Her eyes, which had already dried up, grew moist again.
Luo Haotian hesitated for a moment but still reached out and gently embraced Qianning. As Qianning struggled faintly, he said softly, "Just lean on my shoulder and cry for a bit. You're just a woman, no need to pretend to be so strong."
He was right, she really wanted someone to rely on, to have a good cry. Qianning stopped struggling, leaned on his shoulder, and tears dropped one by one onto his clothes.
Beigong Cang parked his car and rushed towards the direction of KFC.
In front of KFC, amidst a group of children, he quickly spotted his beautiful daughter dancing. He smiled; it was good, they hadn't left.
