Wen Tang's nose tingled, and her lips trembled as she looked into Cao Yinqiong's eyes, which gradually moistened.
Her tears were not easily shed, but she was definitely a woman of delicate thoughts and deep feelings.
So, most of the time, even when she came across street beggars, she would donate some money as appropriate.
"Wow, it seems I'm quite blessed," Cao Yinqiong said as she opened her arms and pulled Wen Tang tightly into her embrace, "I didn't see you shed a single tear when I injured my leg in the hospital. But now, you're getting teary-eyed for me. What have I done to deserve such attention from you? Meeting you was my good fortune."
If it weren't for her, she might have had to pack up and roll out of Qing City long ago due to the inability to find a job to make a living.
"Let's go," Cao Yinqiong soothed, "If you dare shed a tear, when I come back to the country, I'll find every chance to tease you."
As the words fell,
she turned and left.
