"Xiao Fei is so good, it's heart-wrenching how good she is." Ye Xiaomo looked up with his little face, "So, don't listen to what Wang Zishuai's mother says and misunderstand Xiao Fei."
Zhao Gushen felt as if something was stuck in his throat, and after a long pause, he said hoarsely, "Okay."
Ye Fei didn't know about the conversation Zhao Gushen had with Ye Xiaomo in the living room.
She was busy preparing dinner.
After all, it was to express her gratitude to Zhao Gushen.
Whether it was when Ye Xiaomo left kindergarten alone, and Zhao Gushen had someone contact her, or signing up for the culinary competition and giving her many exceptions, or suddenly appearing at the kindergarten today to support them.
Ye Fei knew very well that Zhao Gushen didn't have to support them at all.
For someone he had only met once, Zhao Gushen wasn't obligated to do so.
Yet he went.
If Zhao Gushen hadn't been there today, it wouldn't have been so easy to deal with Wang Zishuai's mother.
