Qiao Yebai smiled confidently, "Don't worry, I won't give you that chance."
Some lessons only need to be learned once, and Qiao Yebai has never been a fool.
"That's for the best." After Yan Sijue finished speaking, he pushed the door open, walked in, and held a certain sad woman in his arms.
Mu Yiliang began to cry softly in his embrace.
Since childhood, she had always lacked familial love, her father's indifference, her mother's resentment, both had made her sad and confused. Although her grandfather treated her well, he was obsessed with his academic pursuits, and the family affection he could offer was also limited.
