"Alright," he said. Song qingxiao responded, "
"Then, continue."
"I won't say it again!" He said coldly. Song qingxiao sighed again.
"Alright," he said.
“..”He felt a little unhappy again.
"Hmph!" After a long time, he let out a long snort to show his displeasure. He then said, "
"It's a pity about that piece of clothing."
He had been born with Yun susu's heart, but after his death, he had fallen into the hands of the martial arts Research Institute.
those people from the martial arts Research Institute don't deserve to have my things.
His mood, which had been slightly soothed by song qingxiao's interruption, dropped to the bottom again when he mentioned the people from the martial arts Research Institute, and his tone became a little cold.
"Just wait." Song qingxiao comforted him.
"I'll take it back for you in the future."
Her tone was soft and gentle, as if she was comforting an angry child. It didn't seem real.
