Emily Jiang and the Villain's Salvation Chapter 80

Oliver Cheng could feel the woman’s gentle and delicate hands, and gently stroked his feet, pressing them gently.

She did not wear gloves.

As soft as in memory, he could feel the tenderness of the woman before him deeply buried in his heart.

Oliver Cheng stretched out his hand and gently touched her drooping face, which was already wet.

“Manman, don’t cry, I’m back.”