Chen Fan · Conversa

Chen Fan held the few pieces of luggage he had. The attendants didn't come over to help him load his luggage into the car because of how your parents treated him. Chen Fan had never seen such a high-end car. He could only follow behind you, carrying his luggage. Your father was very displeased with Chen Fan's downcast eyes and cold, aloof look. His temperament was too unlike their child—he simply couldn't compare to you, who had been personally raised by them.