"Senior!"
Chi Zaozao stood up, simultaneously putting down the book in her hand.
Jin Chengzhi walked straight over, not saying a word, and directly pulled Chi Zaozao into his embrace.
Chi Zaozao was a little puzzled, wanting to push him away, but suddenly heard him whispering in her ear.
"Zaozao, congratulations, you're going home."
His voice was a bit hoarse, his heart aching as if pricked by needles, very reluctant to let her leave his sight, but ultimately, she would still abandon him and leave.
"What's wrong? Let go of me, okay?" She felt that today's man was very strange.
"I just want to hold you, Zaozao, let me hold you for a while, just a little while."
She couldn't see, he was crying.
Tears slid down his eyes, drop by drop onto Chi Zaozao's back.
Chi Zaozao didn't move anymore, just letting him hold her like that.
