In the car, Chu Dazhuang sat in the passenger seat, turning his head to look outside the window as the vehicle moved, the wind blowing across his face.
Chu Dazhuang sat in the car, feeling the breeze gently brush his cheeks.
He glanced up lightly as if he could see those envious and resentful gazes.
But none of that could stir any interest in Chu Dazhuang anymore.
"The fish know the joy of fish?",
They weren't Chu Dazhuang, how could they know his pain!
After a long time, Chu Dazhuang heaved a sigh, feeling extreme agony within.
Would you say that Sister Teresa isn't beautiful?
That's nonsense. With Sister Teresa's beauty, placed in America, she would certainly be at the level of a Hollywood star.
But the current Chu Dazhuang couldn't smile.
No way around it, it was just too hard.
Chu Dazhuang really didn't want to deal with it.
Now, Chu Dazhuang's mentality was on the verge of exploding.
