Huong Linh left, there was only one man left in the house. Tung Lam sat on the bed, his body did not have a piece of cloth to cover his body, just sitting silently thinking. Really, don't know what to do for good. The worst thing to do has already happened. But, honestly. Tung Lam does not love Huong Linh. Between the two of them, it's simply a friendship, a contract partner. How can you say love is love? Moreover, the person he loves, so far, has never been Huong Linh. Even last night, his gentle gentleness, was only for Bich Quyen. Huong Linh, just by accident.