Xie Shang passed by him and left.
He tried to follow, but the police officer in charge of mediation held him back, "The matter isn't settled yet, sit down."
Not settled?
Impossible, Gu Yihuan didn't believe it and stretched his neck out, shouting toward Xie Shang, "Fourth brother!"
"I'm right here!"
"Why did you leave? Fourth brother!"
"Fourth brother!!!"
The fourth brother didn't pay him any mind; he just walked away.
Gu Yihuan: "..."
So desperate, so suffocating.
The fatso beside him bragged madly, "Your own brother?" The fatso mocked mercilessly, "Bulls flying in the sky."
Gu Yihuan: "..."
It rained in the evening; the road was waterlogged, and the street lamps cast shadows into the puddles, shining like pearls submerged in water. Water droplets fell along the edge of the raincoat into the puddles, causing ripples.
Wen Changling stood motionless, watching both ends of the street.
"I sent him away."
