At the door, the old madam was standing sideways. She moved aside and watched the girl run away in a hurry and felt a little moved.
Ay, this child…
In the bedroom, the man was staring in the direction the girl had gone with a darkness in his eyes that couldn't be dispelled.
Not care about my life?
How could I not care…
She's closer and closer to me…
More and more real…
Like I could touch her…
…
After Ye Wanwan ran out, she found a spot next to a little flowerbed by herself and sulked.
I'm really about to die of rage from that non-human.
Who on earth would talk to his business partner over the phone, saying he would discuss the project in three days right after his vital energy was drained from overworking himself, surviving an assassination attempt and being diagnosed with only six months to live?
Even if a person didn't want to live anymore, they wouldn't do this to themselves, right?
