"Shut up! All you can do is to blame this and blame that!" Allen looked at Phoebe with his hips akimbo and said angrily, "Anyway, I will contact the Collins and tell them you're willing to do anything to get their forgiveness. Don't make things worse!"
When Phoebe heard this, her tears fell again.
Ada hurriedly comforted her. "Okay, okay, don't cry. The medicine is getting washed by your tears."
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It was late, and neon lights flickered on the street.
James turned off the car, turned his head, and looked at the young man in the co-pilot, who had fair and tender skin and golden curly hair, looking soft and cute.
"Does your arm still hurt?"
Derek was stunned for a moment, then suddenly covered his arm. "It hurts…"
James laughed. "How many days has it been? Does it still hurt?"
"Yes, it was almost broken!"
James didn't bother to expose his lie.
