Although her hand was in pain, she didn't show it at all.
That was the kind of person she was, the more pain she felt, the stronger she appeared on the surface.
From a young age, she knew one thing, when she was hurt and helpless, there would be no broad and solid shoulders for her to lean on.
Although her mother was by her side, she had to rely on herself for everything, she couldn't depend on anyone else but herself.
Therefore, she had to be strong, she had to be assertive; only then could she protect herself, only then would she not get hurt.
Chen Zhi didn't immediately go upstairs, but stayed downstairs to watch TV until ten o'clock at night, she was still watching the TV.
She didn't want to face Si Ye, so she chose this way of avoidance.
The man finally came downstairs, dressed in an off-white house outfit, less cutting and domineering, more gentle and soft.
Chen Zhi glanced at him indifferently and then returned her gaze to the TV.
