Seeing this, many people standing behind Jing Chen started to persuade him. "President Jing, the rain is too heavy. Let's carve the words after the rain stops!"
Zhao Lin held the umbrella for Jing Chen and couldn't bear to see him like this. He said, "That's right, President Jing. Young Madam is in heaven. If she sees you like this, her heart will probably ache. She definitely won't blame you. Go back first!"
Jing Chen ignored him and remained silent. He did not agree or disagree. He only held the tool and looked at the stone tablet seriously. He frowned and relaxed at times, as if he was not affected at all.
That cold and arrogant figure made one's heart ache.
Jiang Xin also persuaded, "Jing Chen, Auntie will be even sadder if she finds out that you're ruining your body like this. Even if you don't think for yourself, you have to think for Auntie, right?"
