After closing the door, Shen Mengxin's face showed a trace of fatigue. He leaned against the door of the cloakroom and looked at Zhao Jianpeng, frowning tightly.

"what's the matter?" Zhao Jianpeng put his tie back and looked at Shen Mengxin, who was silent.

"what are you going to do with Xu Tianjiao? Do you want her to stay here all the time? " Shen Mengxin and Xu Tianjiao have been fighting all day today. They are all tired. But Zhao Jianpeng, like a bystander, lets her fight with Xu Tianjiao.

Zhao Jianpeng's big hand gently touched her face. His hand was slightly rough, but it was warm, which made...