He frowned deeply, but only for a moment. He handed the umbrella to her and took the box from her.
"Alright," he said.
For some reason, he actually felt an inexplicable sadness.
When a person was born into this world, no matter how much happiness and pain he experienced, no matter how much money and fame he gained, he could only turn into a pile of soil in the end and hide in this small world.
There was no possibility of him waking up again.
His jaw was clenched, and his face was solemn as he squatted down.
"Hold on,"
A female voice broke the silence.
Ning Qing's eyes turned cold as she looked at Lou qingyue. I thought you knew how to show respect in this kind of situation.
This was an undisguised mockery.
It was filled with anger and hatred.
