"Longjiao, please don't let Mr. Zhao go, okay?" The little chubby boy walked over, looking up at Nie Longjiao, eyes full of pleading.
Behind him, the buddies from the orphanage followed up, altogether pleading for Zhao Ce.
Seeing this scene, Zhao Ce, like a drowning man grasping at straws, chimed in, "Over these years, I've made sacrifices for the orphanage, if not achievements.
Of course, that's not the main point.
The main thing is, I have feelings for the orphanage and can't bear to leave the kids."
Upon hearing this, Nie Longjiao turned around, seemingly wavering in her attitude.
"I think you should keep Mr. Zhao," Xiao Feng said lightly. "He's right; even if he doesn't have a hairy chest, he has leg hair. Just retract your decision."
"I said sacrifices, not hairy legs," Zhao Ce corrected with a sullen face.
Xiao Feng shrugged indifferently, "Same thing, as long as the meaning is similar."
"..."
Everyone present was speechless; how could they possibly be the same?
