Xu Youyou did not seem to hear him. Instead of stopping, she quickened her pace and ran upstairs.
Fu jianchen's heart kept falling, falling into the deepest and coldest abyss, so cold that he could hardly breathe.
The hand that was hanging by her side clenched into a fist, and she turned around to punch Lin Yin's face.
Lin Yin was immediately knocked down by him.
Fu jianchen didn't stop there. He bent down and wanted to grab his collar ...
Mo shenbai grabbed his arm and stopped him.
Fu jianchen turned his head, his gloomy eyes full of ruthlessness. &Quot; let go! &Quot;
&Quot; it's the child's one-month birthday party today, and Yingluo-&Quot; mo shenbai did not let go of his arm. His thin lips opened slightly, and he easily grasped his weakness. &Quot; Yingluo doesn't like violence. &Quot;
Fu jianchen's heart suddenly clenched, as if it was being dismembered by a knife. His face was pale as he shook off his hand.
