"You look down on your own man like that?" Gu Zhihan said with annoyance, flicking her forehead.
Luo Mengmeng, with tears welling up, hugged her forehead: "Ouch!"
"It's supposed to hurt." Gu Zhihan wanted her to remember the lesson.
You can look down on anyone, but you can't look down on your own man.
He gripped her hand, "In any case, I won't go back on my word," he promised.
Whether it's buying this place for her or the previous promise to always be with her.
Promises made in one's teens often seem weak and pale, but at this moment, Gu Zhihan's face was filled with firmness and seriousness. The sunset glow in his pupils glittered, as though he would definitely make it happen.
Luo Mengmeng was taken aback for a moment, then nodded her head without a doubt, gripping his warm large hand back, "I believe you."
Believing he would buy this place for her.
Believing he would always be with her.
"Good girl."