"Why are you crying? What's wrong?" He hurriedly used his sleeve to gently wipe An Yiqing's tears, feeling a twinge of pain in his heart.
An Yiqing didn't speak; she cried while watching Gu Yelin use the six-figure coat on his body as a rag to wipe her tears, feeling even more moved, and she cried even harder.
She didn't know why she was crying so miserably, the happiness and bitterness in her heart were almost overwhelming her.
"Don't cry, my dear Tutu, don't cry." Gu Yelin held her tightly, gently patting her back like comforting a child.
An Yiqing cried for a while, gradually calming down inside. She lifted her head from Gu Yelin's embrace, her little nose red, looking at him with big, wet eyes that seemed pitiful, melting Gu Yelin's heart.
"Ah Lin, so much money, how should I spend it?" In Gu Yelin's worried gaze, An Yiqing pouted her small mouth and suddenly laughed.
