Du wenluo was hopeless. He was pushed out of the door by Xing Shan WA. Xing Shan WA had even locked the door.
The cold wind blew into his neck. Du wenluo shrunk his neck and decided to return to the ownerless thatched house he had lived in before.
Only when there was no more movement outside the door did Xing Shan WA enter the house.
When he pushed du wenluo out, he was already thinking that if du wenluo refused to leave, he would give him a good beating so that he wouldn't be able to find his sister again.
He would never forgive anyone who dared to hurt his sister's heart.
When he returned to the room, Qiao Zhen was still sitting by the fire in a daze. Her eyes were staring at the charcoal fire in the Brazier, and it was unknown what she was thinking.
Xing Shan WA felt an inexplicable sense of nervousness. He pondered for a moment before he spoke, sister, don't be angry. It's all that fool's fault. He doesn't deserve you.
