Back then, he did look down on this woman, but now, seeing her suffer grievances on the street, he couldn't help but feel uncomfortable. It turned out that all of this was not what she intended; she was also forced.
Seeing her soft tears, he forgot to breathe.
Indeed, women are made of water, not to be hurt.
"Don't cry, the Young Master will stand up for you." Ye Feng handed her a clean handkerchief to wipe away her tears.
It's important to know that the Young Master dislikes women who cry incessantly, and there's a risk he will resent it if he sees.
Her tears, her sobs, are truly pitiful to anyone who witnesses them.
Xia Qingqian stopped in her tracks, wanting to turn back to look at Mr. Xia kneeling on the ground. She blamed herself for speaking too quickly and saying things that shouldn't have been said to hurt her father.
Anxiety swirled within her; she shouldn't have spoken such hurtful words.
Xia Qingqian dried her tears, and Ye Feng opened the car door for her.
