Ten years later

in the morning, Chu Qianxuan sat in the car with his handbag on his back, his eyes closed slightly, enjoying the fresh air coming in through the window crevice.

Uncle Ma drives his car carefully and says nothing. Every morning, the young master is silent, and he is used to it.

"Uncle Ma, go to the old place," Chu Qianxuan suddenly opened his eyes and smiled.

"So, that alley?" Uncle Ma asked, although he knew it was the place he often visited, he still wanted to confirm it.

"Well, pick her up to school," Chu Qianxuan said.

"O," Uncle Ma answered softly.

Chu Qianxuan suddenly leaned on...