The seven years between me and Zha Gong

Su Linmo sat on the sofa in Chen Zhiyao's apartment, listening to Chen Zhiyao's crying, with a look of impatience.

"Rin Mo, Mr. Qin is really too much, scolding me, satirizing me, and pushing me..." Chen Zhiyao cried so much that his eyes were blurred from crying.

Su Linmo took a deep breath, and patiently coaxed her: "Zhiyao, don't cry, Huai'er didn't do it on purpose."

Chen Zhiyao was still sobbing, and finally Su Linmo agreed to buy her a new bag, and she gave up.