This matter is now a thorn between him and An Ziqi, with the two standing on opposite sides of the thorn.
Whoever exerts force will hurt the other.
"I'm sorry."
An Ziqi moved her lips, turned her head to lean against the car window, and looked outside without speaking.
Xiao Moli looked forward, his thin lips tightly pressed together.
An Ziqi needed time, he was willing to wait for her with her.
Even if it took a lifetime, he was willing.
As long as she doesn't leave him, everything will be fine.
The two of them returned home.
An Ziqi entered the door ahead of him and went straight upstairs to change clothes.
Nuoyan looked at An Ziqi's back as she went upstairs, then looked at Xiao Moli.
She glared at him with disappointment, clearly, An Ziqi's mood was much better when they went out in the morning.
How did she become even angrier after a day out?
Her son's emotional intelligence was hopeless.
