Seven years ago....
Seven years ago...
Those numbers echoed in her mind. Seven years ago, after that road accident, Pulan didn't want to have anything to do with Chen He or the Qiao family. But because Grandpa Qiao asked her to return, that's why she came back.
She turned to Chen He and said. "No thanks. I will find my seat with my hubby," she replied coldly. Seven years ago, that was something she doesn't want to think about nor go through again.
Pulan felt ShenJi's warm hands enveloping hers, a symbol of her husband's continuous support. The warmth from his hands was the only thing keeping her sane and not from doing anything stupid like punching Chen He in the face.
"Let's go over there. Don't you miss grandpa? Have a drink. Your throat is dry," Qiao ShenJi only looked at Pulan in this large hall.
Pulan understood her husband's intentions, they both wished for the asshole to get out of their face and stop bothering with their lives.
