Watching Chi Xiaoyu fleeing, Yeh Cangqiong felt an unsettling emptiness inside.
He seemed to have done something wrong.
The next day at eight in the morning, Chi Xiaoyu didn't show up.
At the same time, he received a text message.
"Sorry, I can't teach Xiao Tian anymore. Please forgive me!"
He immediately picked up his phone to call her back.
She didn't answer.
After a few attempts, he finally gave up.
He couldn't possibly abandon his presidential stature to beg her, could he? Besides, after the terrible things he had said to her before, wouldn't chasing her now be like slapping his own face?
At the dinner table, Yeh Cangqiong suddenly asked Xiao Tian, "What have you learned recently?"
Xiao Tian climbed down from his chair and soon brought back a drawing from the bedroom, which depicted four people.
A man and a woman stood with two children between them, all holding hands, creating a very warm scene.
"Dad, I drew this, do you think it's good?"
"What does it mean?"
