When Cheng Shihong is alone with her husband, all her sharpness and astuteness disappear, transforming into a tender-hearted woman, a completely unexpected image for outsiders.
"Have I grown old?" She sighed, leaning on her husband's shoulder, "I can only see the surface when looking at people."
What Lu Li said on such an important occasion, even if it wasn't true to ten CDs, it's at least ninety percent.
Nan Wan is a clean and pure girl who can go to such lengths for friends, carrying all the blame on her shoulders, misunderstood and verbally injured by the world without uttering a word.
It's conceivable how deeply hidden her good nature is.
How ridiculously wrong she was…
Mu Libei patted his wife's shoulder in comfort, "Knowing now isn't too late, Wanwan is a good kid, and so is Mu Huan, otherwise he wouldn't have come back tonight to have New Year's dinner with us."
Cheng Shihong was silent for a moment, then slowly said, "I owe him, and there's no way to compensate."
