"Oh, don't whine."
As soon as Mr. Teddy Bear turned around, his wrist was grabbed by a small hand.
"Don't go, I won't allow you to go. Yingluo said she would always hold hands, why did you let go of Yingluo?"
The drunk ruan Mengmeng had no idea what she was doing.
She just followed her instinct and grabbed the teddy bear's hand.
His hand was so familiar and warm that she didn't want to let go after holding it.
The man who was hiding in the teddy bear coat had a deep look in his eyes.
He stared at the young girl's raised face, which was flushed red, and his gaze gradually became distant.
"Why aren't you talking? You said that you wouldn't let go if you caught it, so why didn't you say anything? Why did you change Yingluo? she doesn't look like you anymore."
Ruan Mengmeng was holding Mr. Teddy Bear's hand when she said that to him.
However, his eyes became more and more distant.
