As night fell, the traffic was heavy, and the cars that came and went like a river reflected the neon lights.
Leng yunchen's figure was in the car, and the light from outside made him look a little shadowy. His angular face was dark and unclear, making it difficult for people to see through him and see what he was thinking.
The girl's crying in the car was still there, accompanied by her unwillingness and despair. She vented all of it at the last moment.
However, there were still people who were so clear-headed and rational.
it's not her. It has nothing to do with her. Don't drag her into it.
As soon as Leng yunchen finished speaking, Leng Xiaomo's desperate cries finally weakened and turned into helpless whimpers.
She stopped crying and pestered him like a Shrew.
Not only would it be useless, but it would also destroy her last bit of dignity.
She had lost very badly.
