Suddenly, a pair of cloth shoes appeared in front of her. The pair of shoes stood in front of her and did not move forward.
She slowly raised her eyes. The owner of the cloth shoes was actually Tang Ji 'an.
She hugged her knees and looked up at him. Her voice was full of grievances."What's wrong with you? Why are you angry?"
Tang Ji 'an felt his heart being tugged by a thin thread.
Tang Ji 'an felt that she was like an abandoned stray cat, squatting pitifully at his feet. He didn't understand why his emotions were fluctuating so much.
Well, even he himself wasn't sure why it was like this.
The night breeze blew, and she looked at him innocently, making him unable to continue to look at her with a dark face.
"I'm not angry, you can go back," he said lightly.
