"Xiao Er." Han Luoli furrowed his brows, unable to remain composed in the face of the suddenly tearful girl, and took her into his arms to comfort her.
"I'm sorry... I'm sorry..." He whispered repeatedly next to her ear, with every tear that fell from her eyes, it crashed upon his heart, causing a sharp pain that made him regret letting the little girl take on such a heavy emotional burden.
"Da Luoluo..."
The more Han Luoli apologized and offered comfort, the harder Gu Xiaoer cried.
She didn't think she was being melodramatic or overreacting, but having this perfect man had made her so afraid of losing him.
She sobbed and muttered, "Da Luoluo, I don't want you to be the CEO, I just want you to be my kept man, and I will work to support you..."
To work and support you!
Her soft sobs hit Han Luoli hard in his chest.
No one had ever said they would support him except for her.
