How distressed must Hua Hua be to reveal his feelings on such a public platform like Weibo?
Fortunately, he hasn't lost his senses to the point of naming names!
Ling Yin was restless. This man, who handled countless affairs daily, rushed through his tasks in just half an hour, shedding his busy duties and immediately boarding his private jet!
This might be an opportunity.
He always remembered those clear and stubborn eyes from his childhood. They were his lifelong obsession, filled with too much guilt and regret. So, when they met again after all these years, he recognized him at first glance.
Little Chu, Little Chu...
Mumbling his name between his lips and teeth, his eyes shone with determination, yet deep within, they harbored a layer of gloom. He murmured under his breath:
I won't lose you again!
...
"Shaocheng, have some tea."
