December 25, 2017
"Don't cry, Chaolu. Winning and losing are common in battles. Besides, she is a year older than you..."
Li Wanqing looked tenderly at Li Chaolu crying in her arms, gently stroking her hair and back to soothe her emotions, while also feeling the softness from her chest, which didn't seem to belong to a 13-year-old girl. She couldn't help but lament why her own development curves were so tragic...
On the other side, Wang Jiu was also showing his gentleness and care.
"Intellectual suppression is a widespread social phenomenon. I think you should learn more from Shen Qingming to strengthen your adaptability in this area."
Shen Qingming, already numb with anger, sighed and said, "I'll set aside the harm I've suffered. Do you really think this kind of consolation is useful?"
Li Chaolu sobbed and said, "Thank you, Mr. Wang Jiu, I feel much better now."
"Hey, did you do that on purpose!?"
Li Chaolu added, "It'd be even better if Mr. Wang Jiu could hug me."
