Qin Yu's resentment was reduced to ashes by Liang Jiahao's words. At first, she was not happy with Lin Xiu and Qin Shaoqiang's attitudes, but now, she began to feel sorry for Liang Jiahao.
Ten years ...
He was already thirty years old this year. If he waited another ten years, wouldn't he already be forty years old?
Qin Yu pouted and whispered, "Actually, there's no need to wait ten years ... Maybe one day I'll agree. "
About the date, she didn't know yet.
At that moment, the servant came and asked Lin Xiu, "Madam, lunch is ready. Do you want to eat it now?"
Lin Xiu stood up and said, "Let's eat now."
As soon as she finished speaking, she saw Liang Jiahao bend down to pick up Qin Yu's high heels from the floor. Then he held her feet with one hand and helped her put on her shoes with the other.
Qin Yu's face was calm, as if Liang Jiahao often did this for her.
