Xing Ling's expression froze.
With astonishment and bewilderment.
Xing Ling didn't know, but Tang Yu remembered.
During high school, she was lonely, and when she saw a stray cat on the roadside, she would feel pity and feed it every time she passed by.
One day, her father got drunk, locked her up,
and hit her.
She didn't go to school for three days.
By the time she went back and passed that same path again, the stray kitten was gone.
Even the cardboard box she had made for it as a shelter had disappeared.
If it had been maliciously taken, the box wouldn't be gone too.
She must have been adopted by a kind-hearted person.
That's what Tang Yu thought at the time, and she couldn't care about anything else, her sixteen or seventeen-year-old self was struggling enough.
She just never imagined that the person who adopted the cat would be Meng Jilin.
How could it be him...
When Meng Jilin looked over, Xing Ling just smiled and said nothing.
