"Wuyou, I haven't finished speaking." However, Ye Bowen stopped her once again. This time, he called her Wuyou. His voice was filled with too many complicated emotions.
"I think I have nothing more to say to Mr. Ye." Chu Wuyou's expression obviously darkened, and her voice was obviously colder.
"Wuyou, hear me out. This is very important, very important." Ye Bowen's voice was obviously more gentle at that moment.
However, such gentleness felt like an icicle in Chu Wuyou's ears.
Chu Wuyou knew that there was no use in running away from some things. In fact, she would never run away from anything. What was wrong with her today? What was wrong?
Could it be that she did not even have the courage to listen to Ye Bowen finish his sentence?
Chu Wuyou stopped, turned around, and looked at Ye Bowen again. At this moment, her face had recovered its usual calmness. "Mr. Ye, what else do you have to say? Please say it."
