There was a great silence. She finally looked at Liang Ping’s face with tearful eyes.
Liang Ping has always been kneeling in front of the bench with her hands rubbing Meng Han’s aging hands, hoping to give her more warmth. Meng Han finally burst into tears but looked at Liang Ping with gratitude and smiled. "Liang Ping is actually a good man." "I am a good man?" Liang Ping heard…