Qiuqiu always showed an age-ill maturity and rarely showed such childishness that he displayed just now.
In fact, he was just a child, and he should be living a carefree life like a child, rather than sacrificing his own good childhood for his family.
Xi Moxiao put his arms around Gu Qingli's waist, the corner of his mouth raised into a gentle smile.
"Xi Moxiao. "Gu Zhisen stepped forward, looking at Xi Moxiao," We are not forcing you to have a wedding with Qingli, now the matter has not yet been solved. You should solve the affairs of the family and the company first. “It's late. Go back and rest."
When he finished, he smiled, and gently patted Xi Moxiao’s shoulder and walked in the direction of the room.
"Don't listen to your dad. He's just thinking of it. I'm going to talk to him." Gu’s mother looked at the two, whispered a sentence, and then quickly caught up with Gu Zhisen.
Gu Qingli stood and looked at their backs, and smiled.