Yang Fei gently patted Liang Jiayi's shoulder, his voice soft with comfort.
"It's okay now, it's all in the past."
Listening to Yang Fei's comfort, Liang Jiayi cried even harder.
Yang Fei also thought of his sacrificed brother, Long Ci, and felt a slight sourness in his heart.
This time, if he hadn't been looking for Liang Jiayi and coincidentally came across her.
He really didn't know what kind of insult this girl would have suffered.
Fang Tang's forehead hit the edge of the table, swelling up and turning black, as if a horn had grown on it.
His head buzzed, stars flashing before his eyes.
Fang Tang used all his strength to finally lift his head with difficulty.
He caught sight of Yang Fei right away, with his arm around Liang Jiayi.
Fang Tang's eyes blazed with fury, "You son of a bitch, how did you get in here?"
Sometimes, Fang Tang even wondered.
If this odd-job man was arranged by heaven specifically to go against him.
How come he appeared everywhere?
