It was really just because Lin Meng glanced at Mo Ling in the crowd that she couldn't let go of him. A history of secret love that spans the joys and sorrows of adolescence. Lin Meng, why do you like Mo Ling and your grandson so much? Shh! If Mo Ling could like me, I would rather be his grandson.
Intention: Is it sincerity that moves God, or is it that stupid people are blessed with stupid things?