Li Qingshen visibly sighed in relief, yet before he had fully relaxed, Ling Momo's voice drifted over once again, "However, although it's just a joke, deep down, I still hope to meet that kind of man."
Li Qingshen's expression became fixed, staring intently at Ling Momo.
Ling Momo pinched her own fingers, pondering carefully, her expression growing somewhat serious and earnest, she couldn't help but say, "He doesn't have to be very handsome, doesn't need to be very rich, nor does he have to be exceptionally outstanding, but he must be good to me. He's very attentive, very gentle, very understanding. He doesn't have to use sweet words with me, but when I need something, he's always the first to know what I want."
As she said this, Ling Momo suddenly felt a pang in her heart; this was clearly Enson.
Ling Momo gently squeezed her hand, still with a smile on her face.
