I, Fan Yu’s Woman (37)
What touched her the most was that he did not ask a single question, but he could see through all her emotions with a single glance.
It fulfilled the self-esteem that she was trying her best to protect.
In his eyes, was the current her very laughable?
Qiao Yuanfei's palm tightened slightly. "Can you really fix it?"
"It definitely won't work if it's exactly the same as before, but I'll try my best to fix it until it's almost the same. Actually, if you want to save photos, you can also try scanning them into an electronic version. This way, the risk of being artificially damaged will be much lower."
Fan Yu's thin lips parted slightly.
He did not ask what had happened just now.
He did not ask who had torn up her photo.
The car stopped at the entrance of his villa. He did not even urge her. He just waited quietly for Qiao Yuanfei to lower her guard and pass the photo in her hand to him.