Cha Qing Luo's emotions came and went quickly. She quickly turned around and smiled at Nan jiateng."Yes, I believe you."
Nan jiateng looked at Cha Qingluo and gently touched her hair, his eyes full of affection.
After a pause, Cha Qing Luo came to Nan jiateng, stretched out her arms and wrapped them around his neck, and said,""But my heart still aches for you. You haven't even enjoyed your school life."
When Nan jiateng heard this, his heart was touched. All these years, no one had ever said that their hearts ached for him.
Perhaps in his father's eyes, he was the son he was proud of. He had received so much training and it was only natural that he had become outstanding.
Perhaps in his mother's eyes, he was also someone she could rely on, the heir of the Nan family.
In the eyes of the Nan family, he was the heir who was looked up to.
But only with Cha Qing Luo could he feel the warmth, and her heart would ache for him.
