Li Junping saw that Qin Jian didn't understand her at all, yet a stranger was so empathetic.
It instantly warmed Li Junping's heart, but at the same time, she resented both Qin Jian and An Hao.
"Miss, you're absolutely right," said Li Junping, pounding her chest in frustration. "This child isn't even my biological child; he's my adopted son. I've raised him for thirty years, and thirty years of affection don't compare to the two years of affection he has with his wife. He always considers his wife first, and even my small request was denied! It makes me so angry that I can't stop thinking about it, and I wasn't watching where I was going, which is how I accidentally bumped into you… I'm really sorry, Miss!"
The young girl smiled warmly, "Look at you! The moment I saw your face, I knew you must have been preoccupied with something on your mind! Otherwise, you wouldn't have walked straight into me."
