Deliberate Targeting

"Hey, don't be like this."

Mei Jing still couldn't stand seeing girls cry, quickly grabbed a tissue and handed it over, "Actually, we just wanted to try something new. But Uncle Chen's skills are good, he will surely find a decent job soon. You can rest assured. He's a man in his forties; how could he not support himself?"

Chen Guo continued to cry, "But, for my father, he actually considered this place as his own home. Leaving like this, he feels extremely sad. I couldn't bear it, that's why I came here on my own. Ah Jing, please don't think I'm clinging to you. I'm doing all this for the sake of my father."

"I understand. Please don't cry for now, okay?" Mei Jing tried to comfort her, but it seemed to have the opposite effect, as Chen Guo cried even harder.

Mei Shu, who had been silently observing, finally spoke.