Zhou Suhe's eyes were fixed, and the voice of Song and July was cold. "I'd like to!"

His hand suddenly tightened and he clipped the edge of the cup to death. "You'll regret it some day!"

"There is really no regret in my dictionary! Never regret!" She blurted out, without hesitation, so persistent to the end, almost to the point of madness!

Suh Zhou's eyes suddenly grew heavier and heavier. At this moment, the cup in his hand, under his exertion, seemed to break immediately, but in a moment of silence, he just put down the cup.

"OK, whatever you like, just as you like!" Zhou Suhe said quietly, and...