"Don't cry, Sister Xue." Hearing Du Xiaojuan crying, Guan Yu was at a loss.

"Guan Yu, you fool, you bastard!"

"Okay, I'm a jerk, let's stop crying, okay?" Guan Yu was busy comforting himself. He could even imagine Du Xiaojuan sitting on the sofa with a box of tissue in her hand, wiping her tears and crying over the phone.

"When will you be back?" After crying for a long time, Du Xiaojuan stopped crying and sniffed milk.

"Right now! I'll be right back!" After hearing that the little ancestor did not cry, Guan Yu quickly said.

"Half an hour."

"OK! I'll be there in half an hour!" Guan Yu...