Song Zhen finally stopped his work.
He lifted his clear and refined eyebrows and eyes, gazing at her intently.
That look, even from a distance, seemed profoundly meaningful to Gu Xinzhou.
Gu Xinzhou shook her phone, raising her eyebrows proudly, "How about that? Scared now?"
"My father used to think little of you?"
Song Zhen suddenly put down his fountain pen.
He leaned back lazily in his chair, locking her with his deep gaze, "I never heard you mention that before.
My attention wasn't completely on you at that time either.
Seeing you giggling all the time, like a happy little tail following behind me every day, I thought you were an inexperienced, pampered young lady.
You were innocent and spirited, kind and sunny.
You had so many virtues I couldn't even count them all.
But I didn't manage to protect you well back then.
Zhouzhou, I am very remorseful and blame myself for those past incidents.
