"Jian Xia, I have something to tell you."
"But I don't have anything to say to you,"
After she finished speaking, she was in a hurry to leave. He hugged her and she gritted her teeth."I'm going to call for help."
"Jian Xia, I didn't do anything to let you down."
"You think I'll believe you?" Jian Xia scoffed.
In the next second, she was pulled to the corridor of the post office, which had already closed. The rain was dripping in front of her eyes, and she was pressed against the door of the small post office.
Jian Xia looked up and saw that there was a camera.
"What are you doing? let me go!" She struggled.
Xie Muye's back was facing the camera, blocking her face as well. He stared at her with a burning gaze."If I asked you to come, would I have let uncle song say those things in my house? Jian Xia, do you think I'm that stupid and careless?"
