Wen Ting'ao buried himself in Tang Ya's neck and rubbed it.
Tang Ya pushed him, "Don't act coquettishly with me, it's useless."
"The two of us are not of the same class at all, and we won't be together for a long time. Besides, I don't know how to face your father."
Wen Ting'ao sat up straight, "If my father didn't like you, he wouldn't have let me go find you that time."
"Tang Ya, my parents also came from the countryside and rose to this class from poverty. You can say that Wen Qi has never experienced hardship and was raised rich since he was a child, but I grew up with them from scratch. I don't care, and neither do my parents."
"It's not up to you to decide whether your parents care, Wen Ting'ao." Tang Ya gently fiddled with her fingers.
Wen Ting'ao held Tang Ya's hand and said, "I have a company and I will support you."
Purpose: campus literature