"Xiangdong, we are good friends. If you have any words, I'll tell you directly. I've seen for a long time that you don't care about Xiaotong. It's just you who are in charge and can't see it." Rong Xiaoyu looked at Gu Xiangdong and said.

Gu Xiangdong didn't speak this time. He sighed, leaned on the sofa and looked at the direction of the kitchen. He didn't open his mouth for a long time. What he thought was Rong Xiaoyu's words. He, perhaps, was really a fan of the game. He didn't dare to face up to his feelings for so many years. Now he is impulsive but cowardly. Why?...