Gong Sheng didn’t understand why he had the urge to comfort this woman and not let her cry.
He only knew that when Yun Qiao told him about the Kitten’s origins, his heart softened.
He couldn’t tell if it was because he felt sorry for the kitten.
Or if it was because he felt sorry for this woman.
Or perhaps, this woman was no different from a small animal?
When she was angry, she would flash her little claws.
When she was unhappy, she would bite.
She could pretend to be reserved and elegant for a while to people she didn’t know well, but when she was happy, she could almost see her little tail wagging as she danced.
Gong Sheng thought about it casually as he drove. Unknowingly, his usually cold face revealed a little smile.
Soon, he returned to the villa.
Uncle Zhang had already put out the fireworks in the kitchen and was instructing the servants to clean up the smoke in the living room.
Gong Sheng hadn’t been home for long, so he pulled Yun Qiao out in a hurry.
