Song Zhen smiled, "Honey, are you crying again?"
Gu Xinzhou opened his palm, pressed her little face against it, and softly said, "In this life, I only want to find my place in the hollow of your hand."
Under the effects of anesthesia, Song Zhen still felt a bit groggy.
Hearing Gu Xinzhou's sweet words, his lips curved into a happy smile, his palm gently cupping her soft face as he closed his eyes and quickly fell back into sleep.
New York.
Shi Yueqing had gone through three whole stacks of documents.
These documents included photos, resumes, evaluations from teachers at various stages, as well as the number and details of scholarships received.
All of this revolved around one person: Xueli.
Placing the documents aside, Shi Yueqing also removed his glasses, pinching the bridge of his nose.
"Dad, are you tired?"
Shi Shuo got up, walked behind Shi Yueqing, and adeptly started massaging his shoulders.
