Her ex-husband cheated, the mistress forced her hand, and all her deep love was met with betrayal. Thoroughly betrayed and divorced, Su Yan completely shut herself off, vowing to torment all the sc...
Her seemingly gentle words were like hidden knives, stabbing Zhao Bo in the most vulnerable spots time and time again.
No money, still single.
Yes, he's so pitiful. He doesn't even have such a lovely daughter and son!
Su Xiaoyu rummaged through all her pockets and stuffed her money into Zhao Bo's hand.
"Uncle, I've given you all my money."
Zhao Bo looked at the loose change in his hand with trembling eyes, and his nose immediately stung with tears.
What a kind little girl!
Su Xiaoyu led Yi Kangle back to the kindergarten, but stopped at the gate.
She turned to look at Zhao Bo, who was deeply moved, and suddenly asked, "Uncle, are you really happy?"
Zhao Bo felt as if a sharp sword had pierced his heart, and he suddenly felt a sharp pain.
Yes, is he really happy?
On the surface, he seems to be living a glamorous life, but in reality, he's already thirty years old and is still just a junior secretary.
No savings, no house, a freeloader, no girlfriend, just drifting through life.
How could he possibly be truly happy!
Zhao Bo suddenly felt like singing a song: "I'm not truly happy~"
And he actually sang it.
Only after seeing Su Xiaoyu and Yi Kangle disappear from the kindergarten gate did Yi An feel relieved enough to walk out.
He saw Zhao Bo curled up on the ground and went over to poke him.
"Zhao Bo, what are you doing? What did she say to you?"
Zhao Bo didn't say anything, just huddled there alone.
Yi An frowned, took off his mask, looked down, and was stunned.
"No way? Zhao Bo, why are you crying?" Yi An exclaimed in surprise, anxiously checking Zhao Bo from head to toe. "Su Xiaoyu didn't do anything to you, did she?"
His words made it sound as if Zhao Bo was the one who had been robbed.
Zhao Bo lost his footing and fell squarely into Yi An's arms.
“Yi’an, she’s right, I’m not truly happy.”
Yi An looked completely bewildered. "What are you talking about?"
Zhao Bo couldn't hold back and started hysterically wailing, repeating the same thing over and over.
"She's right! I'm not happy at all! I've never felt happy!"
The crying even got some background music – the sound of police sirens.