The color of those eyes was deep and bright, "And crying, virtuous girl, you are crying for another gangster in front of your fiancé, are you too stupid or can't help yourself, hmm?"

When he said the word punk, from the tone of his voice to the deepest part of his eyes, there was contempt and contempt from the inside out.

"He is my friend," I said with difficulty, as if each word was being deliberated, "this matter is his fault, please let him go ...... I promise he will leave Helen City and will not even appear in the future in Danice's front ......"

Alex smiled, his lips curved...