Seeing that they were chatting happily, Tang Xiaobao said hello and left.

In a coffee shop, Tang Xiaobao finally met Cao Ying.

As soon as they met, Tang Xiaobao felt a little distressed.

It had only been a short time since they last met, and he suddenly noticed that Cao Ying's complexion was not as good as before.

"You haven't had any rest lately, have you?"

As soon as Tang Xiaobao sat down, he said, "If you have any difficulties, just tell me. Don't handle it alone. You know, I'll be sad if you do that."

Cao Ying was stunned, looked at Tang Xiaobao with complicated eyes, and said with a wry smile: "Thank you."

"Have you been having a bad time lately?" Tang Xiaobao asked.

Cao Ying shook her head: "It's okay. I'm busy with company matters anyway. I almost don't have any personal time now, ah."

Tang Xiaobao didn't know what to say.

All the hopes of the Cao family rest on Cao Ying, and she has to passively bear these responsibilities.

She had no choice, which made people feel sympathetic.

"It's Chinese New Year, why haven't you gone home yet?"

"My dad isn't coming back this year, so I won't be going back either. Let's not talk about that family." Cao Ying suddenly changed the subject: "I want to go to the Spring Festival Gala tonight to see you sing and perform. Can you get tickets?"

Tang Xiaobao was stunned: "Is that all?"

"Ah, yes."

"Isn't this just a matter of words?

Tang Xiaobao immediately called Lang Kun and got the matter done in minutes.

Then, the two fell silent again.

We haven't seen each other for a long time. We understand each other very well, but I don't know what to say. We are so close to each other, but it seems like we are far away. This feeling is very uncomfortable.