Chapter 4793 (1/2)

Unconsciously, an Chengya's voice was a little hoarse. Looking at tranquil eyes, he was filled with joy.

An Chengya touched the top of Anning's hair and looked pleased: ”Anning has grown up.”

Not the appearance of growing up, but the heart, overnight, reborn, from an ignorant little girl to a clever, sensible and reasonable big girl.

An Chengya's eyes were full of joy, and the relief that the stone finally fell to the ground. He looked at peace and his heart was sour.

Annie holds an Chengya's hand.

An Chengya's hands are big and warm. Peaceful hands are like a small cat's paw, which is held in the palm of an Chengya's hand as a rare treasure.

Anning bowed her head and rubbed in the palm of an Chengya's hand. Her voice was soft and attached, ”Dad, you've worked hard.”

Anning didn't say why it was hard, but an Chengya knew.

The father and daughter who had been divided for many years because of Heming's death finally reached a reconciliation at this moment.

Anning returned to school again on Monday.

Anning is the classroom where I stepped in. As soon as I came in, I remembered the bell.

Anning took out her textbook and began to endorse it.

I don't know how long later, Anning felt that her back had been poked. Anning looked up and saw a boy looking at her timidly under the leadership of the monitor, just like a frightened rabbit. Her eyes turned red because of her gaze. She lowered her head, stemmed her voice and cried with her, ”Anning, I'm sorry.”

An unknown person suddenly cried and apologized to himself. Anning looked confused: ”....”

Tranquility subconsciously looked at the monitor.

The monitor coughed and explained, ”he is the one who hit you with a basketball that day.”

Anning suddenly realized why the boy apologized to himself.

Obviously, the boy didn't sleep well during this period. There was an obvious black under his eyes. He looked at Anning with a worried face. Because Anning didn't respond to his apology at the first time, the man's eyes quickly accumulated tears, blinked, and two lines of clear tears crossed his cheeks.

The other party burst into tears and was unprepared.

In Anning's opinion, it's normal to hit someone when she misses. Besides, she doesn't mean to investigate.

I really don't think so. Just say sorry to her, but I didn't expect that when the person who smashed became her, it would become a more terrible thing than a disaster film in the eyes of others.

Anning knows that it is because of her identity that the other party is afraid of taking the opportunity to deal with him, but this is really a prejudice against the rich. The rich do not look down on you because you have no money, nor will they criticize you or even do some excessive things because of your little mistakes.

However, even if she said these words, the other party would not believe them. Anning simply wouldn't say them.

It's just such an apology. It's really like moral kidnapping.

Anning sighed in her heart and said what the boy wanted to hear: ”it doesn't matter. You didn't mean it.”

When he was forgiven by Anning, the boy breathed a sigh of relief, bowed to Anning with a very humble attitude, wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, and ran out of the classroom with his head down.