'Look at him, cradling that thing like it's a family heirloom...'
'Did that little girl secretly give it to him?'
She sighed softly and quietly turned to leave the room.
'The way he is now, always with that cold face, so silent and withdrawn.'
'Who would want to get close to someone like that?'
'Let alone start a relationship.'
'Besides, with that temper of his, he's as stubborn as an ox. He'd rather carry the weight of the world on his shoulders than ask for a single bit of help.'
'Even if someone did fall for him, they probably couldn't put up with that cold, hard attitude.'
'What kind of future could they possibly have?'
'And besides, what kind of gift is a worthless weed?'
The more Ding Qin thought about it, the more she felt it was completely trivial.
But unbeknownst to her, Ling Anxun had no idea his mother had already staged an entire melodrama in her mind.
